"Excellency! Saadat!" Said touched him ever so gently on the knee, and pointed to that hole in the sand, "Saadat may put money—down there—and walk off." Zack glanced down uncomprehendingly at the hole, while he kept patting his foot and singing:
"I can't control her;
"Scan'lize ma name."
"Excellency! Saadat! put money there—walk off."
"Huh?"
"Money—there," again the Dongalawi pointed.
"Side, you knows 'tain't no money comin' to you. Cunnel done paid yo' wages."
"Not wages." Said moved closer, confidentially; "for that—last night."
"Huh!"
"Saadat agree put twenty gold pieces on ground and walk off if Said up-burn gin factory. Said do."
"Side do which? Come clean wid me, nigger."
"Said up-burn gin factory. So excellency go home. Put money there—walk off."
"You done specify dat fo' er five times. What you talkin' 'bout? Who sot fire to dat gin?"
Said nodded virtuously and turned both index fingers to his own breast—"I, Said Wad Darho."
