“Wha’ yoh make ob dat?” Pro exclaimed as in surprise. “Mist’ Jim suah gittin’ good, hittin’ ’em hahd.”
“Wha’ he say?”
“He say plenty,” said Pro mysteriously. “Dis clean-up day.”
“Wha’ hoss he name?” quavered Mr. Fox.
“Hoss? He done name three hosses—two hot tip an’ a gran’ special extra br’ilin’ hot one.”
“Gimme dem names, Pro.” Mr. Fox, feeling the urge of excitement, reached as if to take the telegram from Pro.
“Han’s off, niggah, han’s off!” Pro warned, scowling belligerently.
“Ain’t us pahtners in dis?” quavered Mr. Fox.
“Um. Ain’ so suah ’bout dat yit,” said Pro, exasperatingly cool.
“But us made a ’greement.”