“Oh, no, sar! Nebber, sar! Boss don’ ’low me to drink when I’m on duty, sar. I’s just pleased to see yo’ enjoyin’ yo’se’fs. Yah! yah! yah!”
“Get out, you grinning monkey!”
“Yes, sar! yes, sar!”
But Tom waited in the background until the round had been disposed of, when he gathered up the glasses, carefully taking the “chasers” left by Frank and Bart.
“When yo’ wants me again I’ll be at yoah disposal, gemmans,” he said, as he departed, giggling queerly.
The next time Black Tom appeared with an order he caught his toe on the doorsill just as he was coming out onto the veranda.
“Oh, Lordy!” he gasped.
Sprawling he went, with a great crash, beer and splintered glasses flying in all directions and bespattering some of the students.
“Oh, Lordy!” repeated the colored man, as he sat up and gazed around, his eyes rolling queerly and a look on his face that made the spectators roar.
“I’s a-gwine ter git the old Sachet fer this!” he declared.