confronted by Zany. "Hi! you niggah!" she whispered, "I'se cotch you
now kyarin' off nuff vittles ter keep you a mont. You gwinter run
away."

"You wan ter run wid me?" asked Chunk, unabashed.

"What you took me fer?"

"Fer better er wuss, w'ite folks say. Reck'n it ud be fer wuss in
dis case."

"I reck'n de wuss ain' fur off. I des step ter ole mars'r an' tell
'im ter 'vestigate yo' cabin dis eb'nin'," she said, and, with a
great show of offended dignity, she was about to move away.

"Look yere, Zany, doan yer be a fool. Doan you wanter be a free
gyurl?"

"Ef you had me fer wuss I'd be des 'bout ez free ez Miss Lou w'en
she mar'ed ter Mad Whately."

"Hi! you year dat, too?"

"I got eyes, en I got years, en you ain' gwinter light out dis night
en lebe yo' granny en we uns. I sut'ny put a spoke in yo' wheel dat
stop hits runnin'."

Chunk was now convinced that he would have to take Zany into his
confidence. He looked cautiously around, then whispered rapidly in
her ear. "Hi!" she exclaimed, softly, "you got longer head dan