Presently, across a wide desk he confronted Authority. A kindly gentleman questioned him, and to the questions he replied with an assortment of impromptu lies whose range and ingenuity busted every previous record for careless language.
Ten minutes later he was a hired man.
"C'm on heah. 'At's all." The Backslid Baptist at his elbow sensed the successful conclusion of the interview.
"You mean Ah's a porter?" the bewildered Wildcat asked when the pair had gained the street level.
"Ah'll say you is."
"An' all de tips I gits is mine to keep?"
"Dey is previdin' you gits outen yo' trance an' takes yo' cah on de 4:10."
"Hot dam, Lily! C'm on heah. Us weahs a blue coat all de time an' don't do nuthin' but spend de money whut de white folks showers down."
"You betteh make arrangements at some livery stable to p'vide board an' room fo' Lily whilst you is A.W.O.L."
"How come? Whah at I goes de goat goes."