I have lost my way, and I want to ask directions." "Dat am pretty likely story," the old woman said.

"Bring up dat shot-gun, quick, Massa Charles." "What is it, Chloe ?" another female voice asked.
"Here am a man pretend he hab lost his way and wants to buy a loaf.

You stand back, Miss Lucy, and let your brudder shoot de villain dead." "I can assure you I am not a robber, madam," Vincent said through the partly opened door.

"I am alone, and only beg some information, which I doubt not you can give me." "Open the door, Chloe," the second voice said inside; "that is not the voice of a robber." The old woman reluctantly obeyed the order and opened the door, and Vincent saw in the passage a young girl of some sixteen years old.

He took off his hat.
"I am very sorry to disturb you," he said, "but I am an entire stranger here, and am most desirous of crossing the river, but can find no boat with which to do so." "Why did you not cross by the bridge ?" the girl asked.