“Who did he shoot at?”
“Brother Jones.”
“What did Jones do?”
“Run, sir. De last time I seed ’im wuz when he struck de woods ’bout half mile away.”
“It’s generally time to run when this negro gets after you with a revolver, ain’t it?” asked the solicitor.
“Yes, sir. He’s gut de reputation uv bein’ mighty handy wid his gun.”
“What followed? Tell the whole story.”
“Well, sir, befo’ Brother Jones wuz out uv sight good, dis Jim Parks come to de arbor an’ saunter down de aisle.”
“Did you see him?”
“’Cose I did; I wuz makin’ out lak I wuz readin’ de hymn, but de truf wuz I had my eye on dat nigger, ’cause I knowed ’im uv old.”