We had two big cases full of sample bottles of that dope, besides our suit cases.
"Hang the dope!" says the doctor, "I don't ever want to see it or hear of it again! We'll leave it here.

Put the things out of your suit case into mine, and leave that here too.

Sam can carry mine.

I want to be on the move." So we left, with Sam carrying the one suit case.

It wasn't nine in the morning yet, and we was starting out purty empty fur a long walk.
"Sam," says the doctor, as we was passing that there Big Bethel church--and it showed up there silent and shabby in the morning, like a old coloured man that knows a heap more'n he's going to tell--"Sam, were you at the meeting here last night ?" "Yass, suh!" "I suppose it was a pretty tame affair after they found out their Elisha wasn't coming after all ?" Sam, he walled his eyes, and then he kind of chuckled.
"Well, suh," he says, "I 'spicions de mos' on 'em don' know dat YIT!" The doctor asts him what he means.
It seems the bishop must of done some thinking after we left him in the road or on his way back to that church.