“We moves now,” Little Bit sighed miserably. “Dis wus shore a narrer escapement fer us.”
Locomotion was a difficult task for both of them. They were glad when they came to the fence and could use a stick with one hand and cling to the fence with the other. When they reached the road, they made wild and desperate gestures and stopped a little automobile.
“Whar you fellers been at?” Skeeter Butts asked as he opened the door for them to climb in beside him. “You look all peeked up.”
“Me an’ Marse Org, we been smokin’ rabbit terbacker,” Little Bit told him.
“Ho! Ho! He! He!” Skeeter Butts howled. “I done dat trick once myself. You-alls gwine try it agin?”
“Naw, suh.”
“I reckin not,” Skeeter laughed. “I tried smokin’ dat stuff twenty year ago an’ right now whenever I sees a bush of dat rabbit terbacker, I grabs a tree an’ begins to heave!”
Skeeter turned his machine and started back to Tickfall.
“Whar you want me to take you?” he asked.
“Home, quick!” Org sighed.