glad to see yo', an' I suttinly hopes dat de transubstantiationableness
ob my--"

"Wow!" cried Jack. "Say that over again, and say it slow."

"Don't yo' foregather mah excitability?" asked the colored man
rather anxiously.

"Yes, I guess so. What's the answer? How's the professor?
How's Andy? What's the matter? Why did he send for us?"

"Wait! Wait! Please wait!" begged Washington. "One ob dem
interrogatorial projections at a time, Massa Jack. Where am
Massa Mark?"

"Here I am," replied Jack's chum, as he followed him out on the
platform of the train, which had come to a stop.

"Dats right!" exclaimed Washington. "Let me hab yo' extended
article ob transportation an' I'll jest expidite it in--"

"I guess you mean it, all right," interrupted Jack. "But what's
up? Why did the professor send for us?"

"I doan't know, Massa Jack."

"You don't know?"

"Nopy. He jest done gone tell me to send dat transmigatory
telegraph, an' dat's all."