He spoke in a low tone, not moving his lips or looking directly toward the other man.
"Good boy, Davy!" he said, approvingly.

"How did you get the job of taking me around?
I was afraid I'd have to look for you." "Two other men were picked out to do it sir," said the conch without slackening his pace or turning his head.

"One after the other.

One was a nigger.

One was a conch.