"POW!" "My father ?" "YESsuh! POW! he hit 'er! An' you' ma run tell me git doctuh quick 's I kin telefoam--she sho' you' pa goin' bus' a blood-vessel.

He ain't takin' on 'tall NOW.

He ain't nothin' 'tall to what he was 'while ago.
You done miss' it, Mist' Bibbs.

Doctuh got him all quiet' down, to what he was.

POW! he hit'er! Yessuh!" He took Bibbs's coat and proffered a crumpled telegraph form.