"You let 'at brothuh mine alone. He ain' do nothin' to you." "Well, why can't he answer?" "He can't. He can't talk no better'n what he WAS talkin'. He tongue-tie'." "Oh," said Penrod, mollified. Then, obeying an impulse so universally aroused in the human breast under like circumstances that it has become a quip, he turned to the afflicted one. "Talk some more," he begged eagerly.