“Did you see the talking frog?”
“Ya’, suh,” I replied truthfully.
“Um.… And you say Mr. Ricks wants me to come to his house?”
“The folks say they hain’t a-goin’ to sell the frowg to the other gen’man till they is talked with you-all, suh.”
“What other man do you mean?”
“Aw calc’lates as heow he am a Milwaukee man, suh.”
Gennor said something under his breath and grabbed his hat.
“What street do I take?” he inquired.
My directions put a sick look into his face. [[162]]
“What?” he screeched. “You say that Mr. Ricks lives in the big brick house on the edge of town?”