Any trick, and there is going to be a dead nigger overboard.
I know enough about engines to tell if you play fair--so don't take any chances, boy." "Ah--Ah--reckon as how I was goin' fer ter run her all right, sah; she's sum consid'ble contrary et times, sah, but Ah'll surely run her, if thar's eny run in her, sah.

Ah ain't carryin' 'bout bein' no corpse." "I thought not; you'd rather be a free nigger, perhaps?
Well, Sam, if you will do this job all right for me tonight, I'll put you where the sheriff will never see hide nor hair of you again--no, not yet; wait a moment, there is another passenger." She came instantly in answer to my low call, and, through the gloom, the startled negro watched her descend the bank, a mere moving shadow, yet with the outlines of a woman.

I half believe he thought her a ghost, for I could hear him muttering inarticulately to himself.

I dared not remove my eyes from the fellow, afraid that his very excess of fear might impel him to some reckless act, but I extended one hand across the side of the boat to her assistance.
"Take my hand, Rene," I said pleasantly to reassure her, "and come aboard.

Yes, everything is all right.