§ 170 Time Was No Object
A colored man was idling along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street from where the county jail stood. From a barred window high up in the structure came the voice of a member of his own race:
“Say, nigger,” called the unseen speaker.
The pedestrian halted and faced about.
“Whut you want?” he demanded.
“I wants to ax you a question,” said the invisible one.
“Well, ax it. I’s listenin’.”
“Is you got a watch on you?”
“Suttinly I’s got a watch on me.”
“Well, den, whut time is it?”
“Whut is time to you?” answered the man in the street. “You ain’t fixin’ to go nowheres, is you?”