Moore started to say more, but Murphy came forward now, with "Let me see them." He took them carefully in his hand, held them between his eyes and the light, tossed them about, and then threw them on the table. "They're all right," and walked away. The little dinge grabbed them eagerly, rubbed them together fondly, blew his breath on them, and then, raising his hand above his head, he made a peculiar rattle and threw them bouncing and jumping across the table. The Negroes about had been observing him with ill omen, and now, as the dice jumped before them like little red devils, they sparkled in the light, and made their eyes blink.
"Throwed seven!" cried Moore.
"Dogone nigga's 's lucky 's 'e 's ugly," grumbled a loser.
"Shoot it all!" he cried, hesitating with the dice in his hand.
"Ah'll take it!"
"Haf 'e cain' hit!"
"Ah fate yu!"
"Let'm roll, let'm roll!"
"T-click-i-lick-i-lick, ah baby dolls!"