"Man," shouted Hank, "yuh ain't talkin' 'bout dollahs, is yuh?"
"You got it right, Hank," answered the National Chairman. "It'll cost that much and maybe more."
"Where do you expect to get all of that money?" queried Foster.
"That's just what's worrying us," Gay replied, "and that's why I'm here. You fellows are rolling in wealth and we need your help. In the past two years you've collected around ninety million dollars from the Negro public. Why not give us a good break? You won't miss five million, and it ought to be worth it to you fellows to defeat the Democrats."
"Five millions! Great Day," Hank exploded. "Man, is you los' yo' min'?"
"Not at all," Gay denied. "Might as well own up that if we don't get a contribution of about that size from you we're liable to lose this election.... Come on, fellows, don't be so tight. Of course, you're setting pretty and all you've got to do is change your residence to Europe or some other place if things don't run smoothly in America, but you want to think of those poor women with their black babies. What will they do if you fellows leave the country or if the Democrats win and you have to close all of your places?"
"That's right, Chief," Foster observed. "You can't let the women down."
"Yeah," said Johnson. "Give 'im th' jack."
"Well, suppose we do?" concluded Crookman, smiling.
The National Chairman was delighted. "When can we collect?" he asked, "and how?"