Peters turned toward him with the remark:
"That vote they give you don't count for much."
"No, suh, not till da counts it."
"Shut up."
"Yas, suh, dat's whut I's er doin' jest ez fast ez I kin."
"Peters," said Starbuck, "I don't like to ask a man his business when
he's in my house."
"I reckon business is the right word, Starbuck," and moving closer to
Kintchin he demanded: "Somebody got a mortgage on yo' feet so you can't
move 'em?"
"Wha'fo'?" replied the negro, ducking his head.
"You keep on a standin' thar when you see I want to talk to Starbuck."
"W'y, bless yo' life, you's so entertainin' I kain't hardly t'ar myse'f
loose. Wheneber you talks it puts me in de min' o' er fiddle."
"But it don't make you move yo' feet, you scoundrel."
"No, suh, ef I moved my feet when de fiddle wuz gwine folks would think
I wuz er dancin' an' da'd turn me outen de church, an' I doan want 'em
ter do dat. Hurts er man's business w'en he's turned outen de church."
Peters addressed himself to Jasper. "Well, you have teached that nigger
nearly enough impudence to break his neck.
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