"Hole on! Hole on! You caught dem dice, ole nigga!"
"Caught Hell! You trowed craps, d'y 'e heah! Two big sixes!" A scrambling, mingled with much swearing, ensued.
"Say, cut out dis awgun' 'n' squabblin'," interposed one.
"'E cain' take mah money lak dat," protested the loser.
"'F you don' git y' rough mit offa dat coin, yuh big lump a dough, I g'in' finish spreadin' dat nose ovah y' face!"
"I'on lak dis-a-way a messin' wi' mah jingle!"
"Youse a cheap nigga, Bad Eye, 'n' y' know it. You all time buttin' int' a game wid about a dime, den sta'tin' a big argerment."
"Hush! Ain' dat Jackson a-comin'?"
Silence for possibly a minute. A muttering began to go around as they schuffled about.
"Ah done ca'ied out mah 'structions 'n' now ah wants muh dough-rine," some one spat out ominously.