"She's down by de mouth ob de creek, sah, an' she sure am a mighty good boat.

We could load her up right here, an' I'd be one ob de niggers fer ter take dem ladies down ribber.

I'se a free boy, an' nobody care whar I done go." These unexpected words heartened me, strengthened my own resolve, and I obeyed the first impulse, instantly crossing the room and frankly extending my hand to the surprised negro.
"That sounds like a man, Pete," I exclaimed warmly.

"Yes, of course I mean it--shake hands.

You are white enough for me, boy, and I do not propose letting you do any more than I am willing to do.