Th-the la-lan-lands ar-are Free n-sh le-le-lands, an-and th-the In-in-d-dans we-we-will dri-dri-drive aw-all de-de-damd E-e-en-glis way, an-an gi-gi-give the-the-em b-b-b-back to Fre-e-e-nsh." The Indians and their low-browed, cross-eyed spokesman then left the Captain's place of business without uttering another word.
"It's t-t-tied!" "But this damned tie isn't!" "I'll do it for you." And then: "N-n-no. Go b-b-b-back!" He fixed the eye-glass on his nose and laughed at the thought of himself. "Pierre." "Well?" "I've got the dress on." "Then I can come?" He was warm enough now, with the suit on and even the tie knotted, after a fashion. "No. I st-t-till feel just n-n-n-naked, Pierre."
"A good reason why," said Darrow, in great glee; "it's ragged. Come, I'll bet you a treat for the whole company you hadn't got a whole shirt on your b-b-b-back!" "I'll bet my shirt is cleaner than yours," Barnum replied. "That's nothing to do w-w-with the case; it's ragged, and y-y-you know it." "I know it is not," Barnum replied, with pretended anger, which caused the crowd to laugh heartily.