th his thumbs in the
armholes of his vest, and moving his eyebrows up and down like he
enjoyed it. But he don't get excited none. Finally Doctor Kirby says he
will undertake to show that it will sell--me and him will take a trip
down into the black country ourselves and show what can be done with it,
and take Sam along fur an object lesson.

Well, they was a lot of rag-chewing. Doctor Jackson don't warm up none,
and he asts a million questions. Like how much it costs a bottle to make
it, and what was our idea how much it orter sell fur. He says finally
if we can sell a certain number of bottles in so long a time he will put
some money into it. Only, he says, they will be a stock company, and he
will have to have fifty-one per cent. of the stock, or he won't put no
money into it. He says if things go well he will let Doctor Kirby be
manager of that company, and let him have some stock in it too, and he
will be president and treasurer of it himself.

Doctor Kirby, he didn't like that, and said so. Said HE was going to
organize that stock company, and control it himself. But Doctor Jackson
said he never put money into nothing he couldn't run. So it was settled
we would give the stuff a try-out and report to him. Before we went away
from there it looked to me like Doctor Kirby and me was going to work
fur this here Doctor Jackson, instead of making all them there millions
fur ourselves. Which I didn't take much to that Anti-Curl man myself; he
was so cold-blooded like.

I didn't like the scheme itself any too well, neither. Not any way you
could look at it. In the first place it seemed like a mean trick on the
niggers. Then I didn't much believe we could get away with it.

The more I looked him over the more I seen Doctor Kirby had changed
considerable. When I first knowed him he liked to hear himself talking
and he liked to live free and easy and he liked to be running around
the country and all them things, more'n he liked to be making money.
Of course, he wanted it; but that wasn't the ONLY thing he was into the
Sagraw game fur. If he had money, he was free with it and would help
most any one out of a hole. But he wasn't thinking it and talking it all
the time then.

But now he was thinking money and dreaming money and talking of nothing
but how to get it. And planning to make it out of skinning them niggers.
He didn't care a dern how he worked on their feelings to get it. He
didn't even seem to care whether he kill