“‘Who’s dar?’
“‘Hit’s me, Jedge Butler,’ sezze.
“‘Ridin’ er walkin’?’ de angel say.
“‘Er ridin’!’ sezze.
“An’ I chuckled ter myse’f dat I’se er settin my feet in de gates er glory!
“An’ den de angel say:
“‘Des hitch yer hoss outside an’ come in!’
“An’ bress God! ef de Jedge didn’t hitch me ter de pos’ on de outside an’ go in an’ leave me dar!”
Again the crowd screamed with laughter. Wave after wave swept them while Isaac folded his hands across his little protruding stomach and laughed with them. In vain the chairman rapped for order.
The Judge flushed red with anger and called Suggs to his side. Larkin bent low his face between his hands, convulsed with laughter.