"You've been shooting craps," said Kirk, accusingly.
"Crops, sar! What is crops?"
"You don't know what craps is! I mean you've been gambling."
"Oh, boss, I h'invest my money."
"Indeed!"
"Lahst Sunday nearly won I the big prize. I 'ad h'all but three numbers."
"Lottery ticket, eh?"
"H'eight! H'eight chawnces in all," the negro sighed. "But dreams is false, sar."
"So I've heard. Well, it seems we're in the same boat this beautiful evening. I have no place to sleep, either."
"You are humbugging me."