"Ain't I de owner ob one-quarter ob dat grub?"
"You shall have your share, Ike; but why do you ask?" said Sam, who half guessed what was coming.
"I've eat my share for to-night."
"Yes, Ike."
"An' I still feel as holler as a drum," and Ike rolled his eyes and tightened his belt.
"You have had as much as the rest," said Sam.
"Oh, I ain't a complainin'; no one won't say, Mistah Sam, dat you don't tote fair, but heah's de pint I wants to git at——"
"Go on, Ike."
"You let me have all my share now."
"What would you do with it?"