“Whut am yo’ name, Skeeter Butts?” he bellowed.
Skeeter got mad and began to swell up.
“You done called me by my name!” he snapped.
“Tell de white folks whut is yo’ name, Skeeter!” Hitch growled. “Mebbe dey is seed yo’ favor but disremember de name of yo’ face!”
“Skeeter Butts!” the witness replied grumpily.
“Does you know who kilt dat night-watchman down at Sawtown?” Hitch asked.
“Suttinly.”
“Was you dar when it happened?” Hitch inquired.
“Naw, suh.”
“Was it me whut done it?” Hitch bellowed.