But here's the case.

First, captain, I'm agin burning you; it makes.
me oneasy, to think of it--for you ha'n't done me no harm, and you're a young feller of the rale Virginny grit, jist after my own heart, and I takes to you.

And, next, captain, there's the gal--a good gal, captain, that's desarving of all I can do for her, and a heap more.

But, captain, what's to become of the crittur when I'am done for?
You see, some of these cussed Injuns--or it may be the white men, for they're all agin me--will take the scalp off me some day, sooner or later, there's no two ways about it.

Well, then, what's to become of the poor gal, that ha'n't no friend in the big world to care for her?
Now, you see, I'm thinking of the gal, and I'm making the bargain for her; and I made it in my own mind jist the minute I seed you were a captive among us, and laid my hand on this here will.