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Updated: June 19, 2025
"I don't know," said Ray Vilas slowly, "whether or not you ever heard that I was born and raised in Kentucky." "Yessuh," returned Joe humbly. "I heerd so." "Well, then," said the young man in a quiet voice, "you go and get me three juleps. I'll settle it with Mr. Richard." "Yessuh."
"Yessuh right away, suh." "Where's Basil, mother?" Phyllis turned her face quickly. "He'll be here soon," said his mother, with a smile. The doctor looked at his flushed face. "Come on, my boy," he said, firmly. "You must get out of the sun." Crittenden shook his head. "Mother, have I ever done anything that you asked me not to do?" "No, my son." "Please don't make me begin now," he said, gently.
Then, whipping off his necktie, he went down on his knees beside Doctor Vehrner, skillfully applying the improvised tourniquet, twisting it tight with an eighteen-inch ruler the Colonel took from the desk and handed to him. "Go get the first-aid kit, Sergeant," the Colonel said. "And hurry. Mr. Stephen's been shot, too." "Yessuh!"
"I mean: Who does he belong to?" "Mus' be Miss Julia's. I reckon he is, so fur." "What! She knows I don't allow dogs on the place." "Yessuh." Mr. Atwater's expression became more outraged and determined. "You mean to say that somebody's trying to give her another dog after all I've been through with " "It look that way, suh." "Who did it?"
Yessuh, Tom Montjoy is de sole one which dat Frank mule gives his confidences to, sech as dey is." Red Hoss snorted his contempt for his warning. "Huh, de trouble wid dat mule is he's pampered! You niggers done pamper him twell he think he owns dese whole ice-factory premises. Whut he need fur whut ails him is somebody which ain't skeered of him.
You goin' feel better, suh, out in the f'esh air," he concluded, comfortingly as he moved away. "Joe!" "Yessuh." Mr. Vilas pulled himself upright for a moment. "What use in the world do you reckon one julep is to me?" "Mist' Richard say to give you one drink ef you ask' for it, suh," answered Joe, looking troubled.
Yessuh; he say white man goin' to git you yit an' th'ow you in jail 'count o' Whitey. White man tryin' to fine out who you IS. He say, nemmine, he'll know Whitey ag'in, even if he don' know you! He say he ketch you by the hoss; so you come roun' tryin' fix me up with Whitey so white man grab me, th'ow ME in 'at jail. G'on 'way f'um hyuh, you Abalene!
"You and he were to have some business last night?" he said, looking at Zeke intently. Zeke grinned a sheepish grin. "Yessuh, we wuz we had a little bisnis." "But you didn't meet him? Sure you didn't meet him?" "Sho I neveh. I ain' able to git de I was detain'." Zeke had learned from experience and considerable instinct to hedge his utterances about with much generality. It was a good principle.
He stepped forward, profoundly grave. "I be through with this man in the chair one minute, Mist' Sheridan," he said, in a hushed tone. "Yessuh." And of a solemn negro youth who stood by, gazing stupidly, "You goin' RESIGN?" he demanded in a fierce undertone. "You goin' take Mist' Sheridan's coat?"
Le'm keep 'is money; I keep my black skin an' keep out the ground!" Mr. Jackson expressed the same preference. "Yessuh, he look tuh me like somebody awready laid out," he concluded. And upon the stairway landing, near by, two old women, on all-fours at their work, were likewise pessimistic. "Hech!" said one, lamenting in a whisper.
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