Suddenly a voice cut through the sound and fury of that room.
“Hey, you niggers! Turn on the lights!”
Silence except for the tramping of many feet going toward doors and windows.
“Halt!”
Silence, broken by the sound of running feet. The light flashed on and Little Bit stood by the switch.
“Dey’s all went, cap’n,” he snickered. “Nobody here excusin’ me!”
The watchman pushed open the swinging door and passed out into the night.
“I guess de meetin’ is over,” Little Bit giggled. “I’ll shet up an’ go home to bed.”
He carefully examined his garments to see that they had not been hurt in the scramble, smoothing his flowered shirt-waist shirt, and pulling up his purple-silk stockings till they were trim and neat over his legs.
“I’m glad dem scufflers didn’t spile my ladylike clothes,” he said proudly. “Ginny Babe Chew says I’s de sensation of de town!”