“Jim,” Huck said. “What?” “Why you talking so funny?” “Whatchu be meanin’?” I was panicking inside. “You were talkin’—I don’t know—you didn’t sound like no slave.” “How do a slave sound?” He stared at me. “I only knows one way to talk, Huck. Naw you got me scared. What you mean, I sounds funny?” “You don’t now, but I could have sworn you did.” “How ’bout naw, Huck? How does I sound naw?” “You sound okay now.” “Lawdy, that’s good.” Huck cut me another suspicious look.
