“What have you been doing with it?”
“Well sah, some says dey is and some says dey ain’t. But, ef yo’ ain’t no salt meat, suckers is good eatin’.”
“Suckers!” snorted Morey. “You all ain’t been seinin’ and eatin’ suckers?”
Amos nodded his head.
“You never eat none o’ Mammy Ca’line’s sucker chowder?”
Morey turned up his nose in disgust.
“Can’t mostly tell no difference ’tween Ca’line’s chowder and reg’lar fish,” the black boy went on appealingly.
As they neared the creek Morey said:
“Amos, if I ever catch you takin’ a trout with that net I’ll thrash you.”
As Morey went on and the tall colored boy looked down on his slender companion, his hollow, mournful cheeks rounded into what was almost a smile and he muttered to himself: