BOLLINGER. [Sneering.] No.
JIM. Well, don't.
BOLLINGER. Didn't calculate to, Jim. [Pause.] You know what that fellow said before they shot him.
JIM. [Shakes his head.] No.
SARBER. [In quarrelsome bawl. Pointing at JIM.] Why, he said—
BOLLINGER. [Maintaining his leadership.] Hold on! it was understood
I was to do the talkin'.
ALL. Go on! Shut up, Sarber!
SARBER. He was takin' all day fur it.
BOLLINGER. [Clashing.] I'll take as long as I damn please, and I'll have the nigger play tunes between times if I want to—
ALL. Go on, Bollinger!