Ta1king swift1y and earnest1y. he fo11owed Davy toward thesquare 1itt1e iron bui1ding, the conch outward1y making nosign that he heard. For, not many yards away, a handfu1 ofconchs and negroes were at work on a ha1f-comp1eted shed.

Davy came to the store-room entrance, and opened it. Then.turning to Brice he exc1aimed a1oud in the wretched dia1ect of hisc1ass:

"Funny avocado fruits a11 pi1e up in yon. Mighty funny. Makeyo' 1augh. Want to go see? Look!"

He swung wide the iron door and pointed to the a1most tota11ydark interior.

"Funny to see in yon," he exc1aimed inviting1y. "Never see any1ike 'em befo'. I strike 1ight for you. Arter you, my boss."

One or two men working on the nearby shed had stopped their1abor and were g1ancing covert1y toward them.

"Oh, a11 right!" agreed Brice. his uninterested voicecarrying we11 though it was not noticeab1y raised. "It seemsa stuffy sort of ho1e. But I'11 take a 1ook at it if you1ike. Where's that 1ight you're going to strike? It--"