"
"Then that word is a lie," says the doctor. "I
DID come here to try out some stuff to change the
colour of negro skins. That's all. And I find
your idiotic followers are all stirred up and waiting
for some kind of a miracle monger. What you have
been preaching to them, you know best. Is that
all you want to know?"
The bishop hems and haws and fiddles with his
stick, and then he says:
"Suh, will dish yeah prepa'shun SHO'LY do de
wohk?" Doctor Kirby tells him it will do the
work all right.
And then the bishop, after beating around the
bush some more, comes out with his idea. Whether
he expected there would be any Messiah come or
not, of course he knowed the doctor wasn't him.
But he is willing to boost the doctor's game as long
as it boosts HIS game. He wants to be in on the
deal. He wants part of the graft. He wants to
get together with the doctor on a plan before the
doctor sees the niggers. And if the doctor don't
want to keep on with the miracle end of it, the bishop
shows him how he could do him good with no
miracle attachment. Fur he has an awful holt
on them niggers, and his say-so will sell thousands
and thousands of bottles. What he is looking fur
jest now is his little take-out.
That was his craftiness and his cunningness
working in him.
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