Then she watched a white hand chalking a scrawly signature.
“My Gawd!” Sugar and Skeeter exclaimed in one breath. “He’s done writ Doodle-Bug!”
With a tragic look on her face, Sugar Sibley stooped down, picked up the brown hand-satchel lying between her feet, and handed it to Skeeter Butts.
“I’ll expire game, Skeeter!” she said in a weak, shaky voice. “Bet it all—dollar fer dollar! Dis am de finish!”
Skeeter looked at her a moment, started to say something, then walked away in silence. Once out of her sight he ran with all speed in search of Hitch Diamond, Prince Total, Mustard Prophet, and Figger Bush.
“Git busy, niggers!” he howled. “Sugar bets dollar fer dollar on Doodle-Bug!”
“She’ll git accommodated up!” Prince Total guffawed. “Us niggers is gwine borry all de money on dis fair ground.”
“Why don’t she jes’ hand us dat brown satchel?” Figger Bush giggled.
“She wants some fun fer her money,” Skeeter grinned. “She’s a real, true spote.”
“Let me be de stake-toter?” Hitch Diamond giggled.