The troopers brought Jake before the judge.
"Tryin' ter vote, is yer?"
"'Lowed I would."
"You hear 'bout de great sassieties de Gubment's fomentin' in dis country?"
"Yes, I hear erbout 'em."
"Is yer er member er de Union League?"
"Na-sah. I'd rudder steal by myself. I doan' lak too many in de party!"
"En yer ain't er No'f Ca'liny gemmen, is yer—yer ain't er member er de 'Red Strings'?"
"Na-sah, I come when I'se called—dey doan' hatter put er string on me—ner er block, ner er collar, ner er chain, ner er muzzle
""Will yer 'sprain ter dis cote
" railed Aleck."What cote? Dat ole army cote?" Jake laughed in loud peals that rang over the square.
Aleck recovered his dignity and demanded angrily:
"Does yer belong ter de Heroes ob Americky?"
"Na-sah. I ain't burnt nobody's house ner barn yet, ner hamstrung no stock, ner waylaid nobody atter night—honey, I ain't fit ter jine. Heroes ob Americky! Is you er hero?"
"Ef yer doan' b'long ter no s'iety," said Aleck with judicial deliberation, "what is you?"
"Des er ole-fashun all-wool-en-er-yard-wide nigger dat stan's by his ole marster 'cause he's his bes' frien', stays at home, en tends ter his own business."
"En yer pay no 'tenshun ter de orders I sent yer ter jine de League?"