“Ah’ll take de chanst,” Mr. Fox decided. “Ah low dat niggah pay, lessen he done broke.”
He counted two hundred dollars off a huge roll of bills and passed them to Pro reluctantly.
“How much yoh ’low yoh bet dis time?” demanded Pro, recounting the money.
“Reckon Ah shoot another hunnerd.”
“A hunnerd, an’ all dat gravy in de bowl!” Pro registered indignant protest. “Yoh gwine shoot two hunnerd or nothin’. Dat’ll leave yoh on velvet, an’ de special extra comin’.”
“Ah’s gamblin’,” Mr. Fox declared shortly. “What his name?”
“An’ mek de bets whar dey writes de tickets?” Pro added, imposing a new condition.
“Ah knows a place.”
“An’ fohty pussent foh me?”
“Dat ouh ’greement.”