“Rebels, that’s me,” he said. “Tories, that’s…are you a Tory?” “What precisely is that?” “You talk fancy, for a nigger,” he said. “You better not be a Tory. It’s war now and we shall have freedom.” “Freedom? For the slaves?” “Niggers, nothing. I’m talking about us. Rebels. Patriots. We shall be free of the British and their taxes. Never again shall we be slaves. Are you with the rebels or the Tories?”
