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"If you didn't come about the fine it must be something else important," said she, insultingly. "I shore oughta be set up, I suppose. So far it's always been me that's had to make all the moves." "'Moves?" repeated Racey, frankly puzzled. "Moves," she mimicked. "Didn't you ever play checkers? Oh, nemmine, nemmine! Don't take it to heart. I don't mean nothin'. Never did. C'mon in an' set.
There was a slight sneer in the Southerner's voice. Jerry perceived it and thought it directed against him. Instantly his pride rose and his neck stiffened. "Nemmine me," he answered, "nemmine me. I's free, an' w'en a man's free, he's free." "All right, go your own way. You may have to come back to me some time. If you have to come, come. I don't blame you now.
They were uncertain propositions, every measly one of them. "Shore it's all right," went on the 88 manager. "I ain't meaning no harm. Yo're taking a lot for granted, Racey, a whole lot for granted." "Nemmine what I'm taking for granted," flung back Racey. "I get along with taking only what's mine, anyway." Which was equivalent to saying that Lanpher was a thief.
The ostensible "Chambers" said: "De fac' is, ole marster kin git along better when young marster's away den he kin when he's in de town; yes, en he love him better, too; so he gives him fifty dollahs a month " "No, is dat so? Chambers, you's a-jokin', ain't you?" "'Clah to goodness I ain't, Mammy; Marse Tom tole me so his own self. But nemmine, 'tain't enough."
Obviously the prospect did not wholly please him. "Go to Jack Harpe easy like," suggested the girl. "Don't tell him too much, just enough to show yo're meanin' what you say. I'd do it myself only he'd laugh at me. He's one of those gents a woman has to shoot before they'll believe she's in earnest. He ain't the only one, they's another just like him in town.... Nemmine who. You go to Jack Harpe.
"Shut up!" hissed the kneeling man, and turned his face for an instant toward Fat Jakey, so that the light shone upon his features. It was Jack Harpe. "What's biting your ear?" Fat Jakey asked, good-naturedly. "I've told you more'n once to let what's past alone," grumbled Jack Harpe. "Hell, there's nobody around." "Nemmine whether they is or not. You get out of the habit."
"Where where did it hit you?" he gasped. "Nemmine anything 'bout where it HIT me," the young coloured man returned, dusting his breast and knees as he rose. "I want to know what kine o' white boys you think you is man can't walk 'long street 'thout you blowin' his head off!" He entered the stable and, with an indignation surely justified, took the pistol from the limp, cold hand of Penrod.
"What you got there, Kitty Silver?" she asked. "What I got where?" "In that basket." "Nemmine what I got 'n 'at basket," said Mrs. Silver crossly, but added inconsistently: "I dess wish somebody ast me what I got 'n 'at basket! I ain't no cat-washwoman fer nobody!" "Cats!" Florence cried. "Are there cats in that basket, Kitty Silver? Let's look at 'em!"
"No, he hain't," Tom says; "it's all there yet six thousand dollars and more; and your pap hain't ever been back since. Hadn't when I come away, anyhow." Jim says, kind of solemn: "He ain't a-comin' back no mo', Huck." I says: "Why, Jim?" "Nemmine why, Huck but he ain't comin' back no mo."
But nemmine, I's gwine to happen aroun' dah one o' dese days en let on dat I reckon he wants to print a chillen's fingers ag'in; en if HE don't notice dey's changed, I bound dey ain't nobody gwine to notice it, en den I's safe, sho'. But I reckon I'll tote along a hoss-shoe to keep off de witch work." The new Negros gave Roxy no trouble, of course.
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