So he busts out laugh-
ing at first, and he pertends like he don't take no
stock in any of it. Besides, he knowed well enough
he wasn't spotted up by no Messiah, but it was the
dope in the bottles done it. But as he told about
them goings-on Sam got more and more interested
and warmed up to it, and his voice went into a kind
of a sing-song like he was prophesying himself.
And the other two niggers quit pertending to
fool around the team and edged a little closeter,
and a little closeter yet, with their mouths open
and their heads a-nodding and the whites of their
eyes a-rolling.
Fur my part, I never hearn such a lot of dern
foolishness in all my life. But the doctor, he says
nothing at all. He listens to Sam ranting and rolling
out big words and raving, and only frowns. He
climbs back into the buggy agin silent, and all the
rest of the way to Bairdstown he set there with
that scowl on his face. I guesses he was thinking
now, the way things had shaped up, he wouldn't
sell none of his stuff at all without he fell right in
with the reception chance had planned fur him.
But if he did fall in with it, and pertend like he was
a Messiah to them niggers, he could get all they
had. He was mebby thinking how much ornerier
that would make the hull scheme.
CHAPTER XVII
We got to Bairdstown early enough, but
we didn't go to work there.
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