"Turn me loose!"
"Shut up! Quit screamin' and kickin'!"
He clamped his hand over my mouth and plunked me down on the seat. With his feet he did something that made the automobile start rolling.
"Sit still, young'un! What's that little nigger's name?" Then he hollered back at Shoogie, "Black gal, you go tell Mister Jodie to get me that money!"
I twisted around quick to see what Shoogie would do. Shoogie was gone! All I saw was a streak of dust.
"Now, little wildcat, you'd just as well stop scratchin' and fightin'! We've got a long ways to go! Ah, this is the chance I been waitin' for! Your pa's gonna pay plenty to get you back, and I can buy me my own automobile! Man, that'll be the day! God damn, young'un, you bite me one more time and I'll let you have it! Quit tryin' to jump out, you little devil! Don't you know if you jump, fast as we're goin', you'll break your fool neck?"
All at once Mister Ward quit talking mean to me. He didn't let go of my arm, but he told me he thought I was a sweet little gal—pretty, too—and that we were going where there was lots of candy. "More candy than anybody's ever seen, Bandershanks!"
"I don't want no candy! I wanta go home!"
"Just as soon as we get all that candy, we'll go home."
"Where's the candy at?"