commands. Byron and Dick were in a position where they might observe the fellow without seeming to do so. Apparently, he was making some faint effort to control his tone, but in order to make himself heard over the tipsy dignity of the jazz band, he was obliged to raise his voice which, moreover, was placed so excellently forward in his mouth that its resonance was double that of the ordinary organ.
Dat Nigger ain' got long ter live, the Creeper was announcing.
The hunchback cringed in mock dismay, as he rubbed his hands together and smiled his approval. Then, making a significant gesture with his right middle finger around his throat, he croaked, Ah bet you cut him every way but loose.
Carvin's too good fo' an achin' pain lak him. Ah'll git him wid a gun.
The hunchback rolled his eyes until only the whites were visible, the while he licked his thick, black lips with his fat, red tongue.
No man steal mah gal an' live, the Creeper went on. Dey'll soon be throwin' dirt in his face.
Dat Ruby's one God damn fool, the leering dwarf contributed. One God damn fool! he repeated, wagging his head savagely from side to side. He was almost in ecstasy.
The waiter returned with the drinks which he deposited on the table. The Creeper, having filled his own glass, contemptuously bestowed a few drops in that of his companion.
