“Hey, Bill; git up! Don’t you hear me tellin’ you? Wake up!”
While this was going on, Zodono asked the girl:
“What is your name?”
“Dey calls me Goldie,” she answered, staring at Conko Mukes.
“All right, Goldie. Be sure to bring the curtains back to-morrow.”
But Goldie was not listening. She was watching Conko struggling with the inert form of Bill.
Finally Conko stood up and strode toward the exit, his ugly black face frightened and uneasy.
“What’s the matter, Conko?” Zodono called. “Going?”
“Yes, suh. I’s gwine, Mr. Jimmy,” Conko answered nervously. “I—I—done got dat white man hypped, an’ I—I—cain’t unhyp him!”
Without waiting for a reply, Conko passed out of the theater, trotted down the crooked alley, and hastened to the Hen-Scratch saloon.