“What do you want to know?”
“Whut I axes you is dis,” Conko began; “you s’pose a nigger could learn how to hypnertize like you?”
Zodono looked at Bill, his assistant, and winked. Then he answered:
“Certainly, Conko.”
“How is it did, boss?” the negro asked eagerly.
Zodono looked at the negro for a moment then grinned. He looked at Bill and Bill grinned back. Here was a chance to have some fun.
“You’re getting ready to pull some hypnotic stunt in that prize-fight this afternoon, ain’t you Conko?” the professor asked.
“Yes, suh,” Conko chuckled like a rumbling train. “I figger ef I could put dat fightin’ coon to sleep like you done dat white boy in front of de drug-sto’, dat I could knock him out widout wastin’ so much wind an’ elbow-grease.”
“Well,” Professor Zodono began, “first you walk straight up to the subject and look into his eyes.”
“Which eye does you look at his eyes wid?” Conko asked.