"And what did he say to the Committee?"
"I nebber hear nary word. He des turn 'roun an' step up on dat flatform, kinder peart like, an' yer oughter see 'im open dat meetin'"—Andy paused and broke into a loud laugh.
"How did he open it?" Tom asked with indulgent interest.
Andy scratched his woolly head:
"Well, sah, hit warn't opened wid prayer—I kin tell ye dat! De fust thing he done, he reach back in his britches, kinder kereless lak, an' pull dat big pistol an' lay hit down afore him on' de table beside his pitcher er lemonade. Man, you oughter see de eyes er dat crowd er dirty-lookin' po' whites! Dey fairly popped outen der heads! I hump myself an' move out towards de outskirts——"
Tom smiled:
"Oh, I didn't run!" Andy protested.
"Of course not—far be it from you!"
"Nasah, I des tucken drawed out——"