I've just promised Sam here a ticket for Canada." I helped her across into the cockpit and seated her on the bench, but never venturing to remove my eyes from the negro.

His actions, and whatever I was able to observe of the expression of his face, only served to convince me of his trustworthiness, yet I could take no chances.
"She's just a real, live woman, sah ?" he managed to ejaculate, half in doubt.

"She sure ain't no ghost, sah ?" "By no means, Sam; she is just as real as either you or I.

Now listen, boy--you know what will happen to you after this, if Donaldson ever gets hold of you ?" "I 'spects Ah does, sah.

He'd just nat'larly skin dis nigger alive, Ah reckon." "Very well, then; it is up to you to get away, and I take it that you understand this river.