“Not ezackly no fight, kase Captain Barber he wouldn’t do nothin’ but laugh.”
“But what was it all about?”
“Pap done call him a liar.”
“Your pap ought to be hided. Captain Barber is a white man.”
“Yas sah, yas sah. But he is a liar.”
Morey smiled again.
“Do you know what he lied about?” he asked.
Amos drew himself up in indignation.
“Didn’ he go fo’ to say he bought de’ ole fiel’ whar de baccy shed was? An’ ain’t dat a big lie? Yo’ ma owns all dis ole plantation ’case pap says she do. But he tooked de house. He ain’t buy dat lan’, is he?” concluded the simple colored boy.
Morey stood in deep thought. But at last, his voice quavering, he said: