"Ya-as, indeedy, Miss! Dey was gettin' mighty desprit. An de big feller,
he says, 'Hit don't much matter which way de dice falls, I'm de bigges'
an' I certainly kin holt ma own wid a little runt like you!' He says jes'
lak' dat to his friend, de littles' feller."
Nan and Bess both hid their faces behind Mr. Carter's broad back.
"Ah got nerbous," pursued the darkey. "Dat big man looked lak' he was
jes' going t' start right in on his fren'. An' de luck turns his way,
anyhow, and de lil' feller loses. 'I gibs yo' 'twill six-thirty
to-night,' de big man says. 'Dat's ma reg'lar dinner hour, an' I'm
moughty savage ef I go much over ma dinner time.'
"Golly, boss!" added the porter, "Ah jes' 'bleeged tun say sumpin', an Ah
tells 'em de dinin' kyar'll sho'ly obertake us fo' six-thirty. Ya'as,
indeedy. An' den, dar's dat lady up dar wid de sour-vinegary sort o'
face. Ah jes' heard her say she'd be fo'ced tuh eat her back-comb if she
didn't have her lunch pu'ty soon. A' yo' knows, Mistah Ca'tah, no lady's
indigestion is a-gwine tuh stan' up under no sech fodder as dat."
"You old silly!" ejaculated the conductor. "These people have been
fooling you. I'll separate those two drummers so that they won't eat each
other--or concoct any more stories with which to worry you, Nick.
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