Ah ain't never onct bin thar, but Ah sorter seems fer ter recollec' sum'thin' 'bout whar he mought be.

Ah reckon maybe Ah cud go thar, if Ah just hed to.

Ah reckon if yer all held dat pistol plum 'gainst mah hed, Ah'd mos' likely find dis Amos Shrunk.
Good Lord, sah!" and his voice sank to a whisper, "Ah just can't git hol' o' all dis--Ah sure can't, sah--'bout her bein' a nigger." Rene turned about, lifting her face into the starlight.
"Whether I am white or colored, Sam," she said, quietly, "can make little difference to you now.

I am a woman, and am asking your help.
I can trust you, can I not ?" The negro on his knees stared at her, the whites of his eyes conspicuous.

Then suddenly he jerked off his old hat.
"Ah 'spects yer kin, Missus," he pledged himself in a tone of conviction which made my heart leap.