“I come fer de washin’,” the girl stammered; “but I wants to git outen here real prompt.”
“Don’t be afraid,” the professor said, as he walked over to a table where a pile of soiled curtains were stacked. “That man is not dead; just sleeping.”
The girl backed around behind Zodono and peeped at Conko.
“Kin dat nigger wake dat white man up?” she asked.
“Yes,” Zodono answered. Then he called to Mukes: “Wake him up, Conko!”
Conko leaned over, shook Bill by the shoulder, and bellowed:
“Git up, Mr. Bill! De bossman say fer you to git up!”
But Bill slept on. Zodono laughed.
“Bring your dominant mind to bear upon his subjective consciousness, Conko,” he grinned.
Conko grabbed Bill on each side of his face, glared into his eyes, and howled: