"Whah at is he now?"
"Safe in jail, whah at Cuspido' Lee an' de otheh wild woman kain't claim de remains. Whut time does us leave?"
"How come de 'us'?"
"I craves to furlough mahself loose f'm Memphis fo' a while. Does ol' Honey Tone git free mebbe he uprises agin' me."
"C'm on.... Us is due out at 10:10."
Before the Backslid Baptist was into his uniform a boy brought an order slip to him. He read it and handed it to the Wildcat.
The Wildcat looked at the paper.
"You knows Ah kain't read, Backslid. What 'at paper say?"
"Ah switches to a N'O'leans cah—de Mazeppa. Otheh boy's sick."
"How come he sick?"