“Blessed if I know. Maybe you’re turning into an incubator.�
“Gollyumption!� gasped the negro, “I don’ want ter be no inky beater, whateber dat may be.�
“Well, take this ege and make a pudding with it, see,� said the red-headed Bowery youth, holding out the egg in his closed fist. But when he opened his fingers the egg was gone. Instead there lay a bright dime on Noddy’s palm.
“Gee whaitakers. Don’t dat beat de Dutch,� exclaimed Noddy, in apparent astonishment, “queer things seem to be going on here all the time.�
“Good land ob Beulah! Dis yah galley am voodooed!� yelled Pompey. “No, sah, I don’ wan’ner touch dat money under no circumstantials. Dat am witch money, dat am.�
“Oh, very well,� exclaimed Noddy, spinning the coin in the air and catching it, “I kin use it, Pompey. Gee, it’s great ter be pals wid de witches.�
“Is yo’ all a witch docto’?� asked Pompey with great awe.
“Sure I am. I’m a regular witch hazel from Witchville. Say,� he broke off suddenly, “what’s that growing out of this potato?�
He picked up a rotten one that Raynor had cast aside.
“Ain’t nuffin dat I kin see,� mumbled the colored man, much mystified but refusing to be trapped.