"Fo' de Lawd's sake! You sholy don't mean dat, Mistah Stover!" Rastus dropped the waste basket which he held in his hand and threw up both hands.
"Yes, that's a fact, Rastus, and you know what the Ku Klux Klan is."
"Yes, sar; I's herd my ole father tell how they uster whip niggers down South afteh the wa'."
"The new order is worse on colored men than the old one. I was reading where they took a colored man from his home the other night and whipped him—and then gave him a coat of tar and feathers, just because he had had a dispute with a white man over a bill that the white man owed him."
"Is that a fac'?"
"In many places they run the negroes out of the country."
"Lawd help us! You sure that Mistah Greene is for the Ku Klux?"
"Yes, there are a few of them here now and they are supporting him. If we can elect Clark we can see that they do not do any damage here. I advise you to tell your friends that if they want to get a flogging or swing from a tree some dark night just to go ahead and vote for Greene."
"Say, Mistah Stover, you don't know nuffin' 'bout niggahs if you think they're goin' to vote fo' Greene after I tell 'em about them Kluxers."
"Mr. Roberts is waiting out here to see you," one of the bookkeepers informed Stover as Rastus left his office.