The wild laughter from somewhere across the aisle continued, but now it was punctuated by three voices.
"F'r Gawd's sake, dearie, be quiet!"
"Spluff! What th' hell—"
"Lady Luck, whah at is you?"
The Wildcat galloped back along the swaying aisle to the protection of the Backslid Baptist.
The high-pitched laughter pursued him.
"Pull de stoppin' string, Baptis'! Ah craves to git off dis train."
"Ca'm yo'se'f. Whut ails you?"
"Heah dat laffin'? Heah dat crazy—"
Zing! Zing! ZING!