"La, Brothah Buford, come in hyeah an' set down. Whaih you been?"
"I been hidin' fu' feah of that testimony you give in the court room. What did you do that fu'?"
"La, me, I didn't know, you didn't 'splain to me in de fust."
"Well, you see, you spoiled it, an' I've got to git out of town as soon as I kin. Sis' Callender, dese hyeah white people is mighty slippery, and they might catch me. But I want to beg you to go on away from hyeah so's you won't be hyeah to testify if dey does. Hyeah's a hundred dollars of yo' money right down, and you leave hyeah to-morrer mornin' an' go erway as far as you kin git."
"La, man, I's puffectly willin' to he'p you, you know dat."
"Cose, cose," he answered hurriedly, "we col'red people has got to stan' together."
"But what about de res' of dat money dat I been 'vestin' wid you?"
"I'm goin' to pay intrus' on that," answered the promoter glibly.
"All right, all right." Aunt Dicey had made several trips to the little back room just off her sitting room as she talked with the promoter. Three times in the window had she waved a lighted lamp. Three times without success. But at the last "all right," she went into the room again. This time the waving lamp was answered by the sudden flash of a lantern outside.
"All right," she said, as she returned to the room, "set down an' lemme fix you some suppah."