“That supper smells mighty good, Bill.”
“So it does, Pat. Come now, let’s just step in and help ourselves, seein’ as they doan’t hev perliteness enuff to ask us in or hand out so much as a bite o’ victuals to us.”
“Let’s wait our turn, though, and perhaps we’ll get an invite when they’re well filled theirselves.”
“You’re not afeared they’ll eat it all theirselves?”
“Huh! no; how could they? There’s loads and loads of grub there; plenty for them and us too.”
“Yaas, ’bout enuff to feed a regirment.”
Conversation about the table had ceased; every one was gazing in the direction from which the sounds of the talk between the two rough men seemed to come.
“Whar dem fellers? I doan see ’em!” exclaimed a colored lad engaged in waiting on the table; “hear deir talkin’ plain ’nuff, though.”
“Ha, ha!” laughed one of the strange voices, “is that so, darky? Then I reckon your hearing’s some better’n your sight.”