"You get fresh with ME, and I'll----" "Hyuh, white boy!" A coloured youth of Penrod's own age appeared in the doorway of the cottage.

"You let 'at brothuh mine alone.

He ain' do nothin' to you." "Well, why can't he answer ?" "He can't.

He can't talk no better'n what he WAS talkin'.

He tongue-tie'." "Oh," said Penrod, mollified.