“An he sot his right foot in de sea an’ his left foot on de yearth!” the mob responded.
“An’ cried wid a loud voice as when a lion roars!” Vinegar vociferated.
“An’ when he had cried seben thunders uttered deir voices!” the people whooped.
They seemed to think that all of this was efficacious in expediting the ascent of the airplane, for as long as they kept it up the machine kept climbing.
In a moment it disappeared from their sight.
“She’s gone!” they howled in a mighty chorus of relief. “Bless Gawd, she’s done went up outen our sight ferever!”
IX
A BAG OF COTTON
The negroes drew the first easy breath they had taken for several minutes.
“Praise de Lawd!” Vinegar laughed. “I’s glad I kept my good senses and didn’t git skeart!”
“Skeart!” Hitch Diamond mocked derisively. “You wus so skeart you wus squealin’ like a burnt pig!”