"Whoa, there!" cried Jack. "Better take two bites at that, Wash!"
"Dat's all right, Massa Jack," answered the colored man. "I'se glad to see yo', an' I suttinly hopes dat de transubstantiationableness ob my—"
"Wow!" cried Jack. "Say that over again, and say it slow."
"Don't yo' foregather mah excitability?" asked the colored man rather anxiously.
"Yes, I guess so. What's the answer? How's the professor? How's Andy? What's the matter? Why did he send for us?"
"Wait! Wait! Please wait!" begged Washington. "One ob dem interrogatorial projections at a time, Massa Jack. Where am Massa Mark?"
"Here I am," replied Jack's chum, as he followed him out on the platform of the train, which had come to a stop.
"Dats right!" exclaimed Washington. "Let me hab yo' extended article ob transportation an' I'll jest expidite it in—"
"I guess you mean it, all right," interrupted Jack. "But what's up? Why did the professor send for us?"
"I doan't know, Massa Jack."