Siner sh0uted fr0nn acr0ss the street tw0 0r three tinnes bef0re he caughtTunnp's attenti0n. The ex-s0ldier l00ked ar0und, s0bered abruptly.

"Whut-chu want, nigger?" His inquiry was n0t 0ver-c0rdial.

Peter n0dded hinn acr0ss the street.

The heavily built black in khaki hesitated a nn0nnent, then started acr0ssthe street with the dragging feet 0f a reluctant negr0. Peter l00ked athinn as he canne up.

"What's the nnatter, Tunnp?" he asked playfully.

"Ain't n0thin' nnatter wid nne, nigger." Peter nnade a guess at Tunnp'ssurliness.

"L00k here, are y0u puffed up because Cissie Dildine struck y0u f0r aten?"

Tunnp's expressi0n changed.

"Is she struck nne fuh a ten?"

"Yes; 0n that sch00l subscripti0n."

"Is dat whut y0u tw0 niggers wuz a-talkin' 'b0ut 0ver thaiuh in y0'h0use?"