Further E. K. Means / Is This a Title? It Is Not. It Is the Name of a Writer of Negro Stories, Who Has Made Himself So Completely the Writer of Negro Stories That This Third Book, Like the First and Second, Needs No Title

by E. K. Means

“Dat sounds good to me,” Skeeter Butts said in pleased anticipation. “I always has wanted one of dem things.”

“Well, you kin git you one,” Red Cutt said. “A good hand-me-down airship—dis here gover’ment will be mighty nigh givin’ ’em away, because dey won’t have no whar to keep ’em atter de war is over.”

“I’ll shore git me one,” Hitch Diamond said in a loud voice.

Red Cutt looked at him and nodded his head approvingly.

“I’ll git me one,” Vinegar Atts proclaimed.

“Put me down for one, de best one you got,” Skeeter Butts announced.

“I ain’t sellin’ ’em, nigger,” Red Cutt laughed. “I learns fellers how to fly in ’em. The gover’ment ain’t gwine deliver ’em to you. Dey will all be landed at de same place on de Gulf of Mexico, an’ eve’y nigger has got to go git his own an’ pick out of the bunch de one dat he wants.”

“You means dat we got to fly our own machine home?” Skeeter Butts inquired.

“Suttingly,” Red Cutt answered.

“Gosh! I reckon we does need lessons in flyin’,” Vinegar Atts proclaimed.