“Wha’ dem ticket?”
“Dat a s’picious niggah gamblah, Pro,” said Mr. Fox. “He done say he ain’ makin’ no ticket, foh fear de p’lice git evidence.”
Pro saw the uselessness of argument.
“Two hunnerd—dat mah share,” he stated, after an arithmetical parturition. “Gimme dat money.”
“Ah ain’ c’lect yit.”
“Bettah c’lect foh Ah tell yoh dat nex’ hoss.”
“Ain’ got time befoh de next race.”
“Den pay me yohsef.”
“An’ take chances dat niggah welch?”
“Reckon’ Ah keep dat nex’ tip foh mahsef.”