"You like Mistah Sam?"
"Oh, yes; likee him gleat heap."
"I thought so."
"Him belly fine youngee man."
"Now, Wah, you an' me's had a heap sight more sleep dan Mistah Sam since we started out on dis yar scrimmidge, ain't we?"
"Oh, yes, heap molee."
"So," continued Ike with the confidential whisper of one about to communicate a great secret, "I wants you an' me to play a trick on him."
"Playee tlick!" repeated Wah, puzzled as to the meaning.
"Yes; yeh see he's sleepin' now like a angel."
"Dunno; me nebel see angel. W'at him?"