Say, Sam," he added, raising his voice.

"Sam!" "Who dar ?" asked the negro, looking all around, as if he could not make up his mind where the voice came from.

"Who's dat callin' Sam ?" "It's me.

Here I am, up here on top of this cabin," replied Bob, slapping the shingles with his open hand to show the negro where he was.
"Wal, if dat ain't de beatenest thing!" exclaimed Sam.

"What you two gemmen doin' up dar ?" "O, we were coming through here last night, taking a short cut through the fields, you know, and the dogs discovered us and drove us up here." "I thought I heerd 'em fursin," said Sam; "but I thought mebbe they'd done cotch a 'coon." "Well, call 'em off and let us go home," exclaimed Lester, impatiently.
"Dat's impossible, dat is.