"You might have been out before this, ef you hadn't let go.

Here, Pomp, lend a hand." Pomp shook his head decisively.
"Don't catch dis chile again," he said.

"I'm goin' home.

Ole woman wants to lick me." Sam endeavored to persuade Pomp, but he was deaf to persuasion.

He squatted down on the snow, and watched the efforts his companion made to extricate the old lady.