"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.
I guess you're right, Max. Wait a few seconds till I set one hammer down. I ain't going to take the chances. Shooting left-handed's bad enough, but what'd I do if I lamed that arm, too!" "Try it w-w-with your l-l-legs!" observed Toby. "All ready!" called out Max. "Q-q-quick! He's m-m-moving off!" shouted Toby. "All the better," said Max, coolly.
The boy laughed at his riding, but Yates was too much engaged in keeping his position to mind that very much. "D-d-dirt is s-s-said to b-b-be matter out of place, and that's what's the m-m-mat-matter w-w-with me." His conversation seemed to be shaken out of him by the trotting of the horse. "I say, Bartlett, I can't stand this any longer. I'd rather walk."