Yes, you may serve me in your own way.

We--we cannot seem to play a part very well, either of us, so, perhaps, it will be easier just to be natural." I watched the two as they went down the steep bank together, and Sam helped her over the rail into the cockpit.

The narrow entrance leading into the cabin forward was to the right of the engine, and she disappeared through the sliding door without so much as glancing upward toward where I remained standing.

The negro left the door open, and returned slowly, clambering up the bank.
"'Cuse me, sah," he said clumsily, as he paused before me, rubbing his head, his eyes wandering below.

"Did Ah hear right whut yer sed las' night, 'bout how dat young woman was a nigger, a runaway frum Massa Kirby?
'Pears like Ah don't just seem fer ter git dat right in my head, sah." "That is the truth, Sam, although it appears quite as impossible to me as to you.