Git under the bed--quick, young massa.

You'll be safe dar--quick." Frank had hardly time to act upon this suggestion, when the door suddenly opened, and a shaggy head appeared.
"Haven't you had your supper yet, Pomp, you black rascal ?" inquired the overseer, witnessing the preparations for cooking that were going on.
"I's only been home a few minutes, massa," answered Pomp.
"Well, hurry up, then.

I came here," continued the overseer, "to tell you that there is a Yankee prowling around here somewhere; if he comes here, I want you to send for me.

Do you understand ?" "Yes, massa," answered Pomp.
"Don't you feed him, or do any thing else for him," continued the overseer.

"If you do, I'll whip you to death.