We both nodded.
"We agree with reservations," he said.
"What are they?
Man--don't be a fool! Don't fritter the lives of all of us away!" "They're simple.

We've a friend in the jail here.

His name's Brown." "That drunkard?
Leave him! He's worthless!" "We've a servant on the chain-gang.

His name is Kazimoto." "A nigger?
You'd risk another day in this place for a nigger?
How absurd! They're never grateful.

They don't see things from the white man's standpoint.