“Specs dey mus’ hab been some current in dat cup,” muttered the coon. “But dey ain’t no ‘lectrical connection dat I kin see.”
Feeling safe to go on with his work, he grasped the oil-cup cover again and made a second attempt to open it.
This time the shock was heavier.
“Wow!” shrieked the coon, and dropping the oil-can, he gave another jump and started off on a run.
He didn’t go far before he reached the end of the wire.
As he was going full speed, the jerk on his ankle pulled his leg from under him and he went to the floor with a bang.
“Sen’ fo’ de undahtakah! I’se a dead niggah!” he yelled, frantically.
He reached out his hand to assist himself to rise, but the contact with the floor completed the circuit again.
A wild whoop escaped him.
He humped up his back and bounced to his feet.