Didn't understand a w-w-word, but saw that you c-c-can talk like a United States Senator." David bowed and blushed. "I came over to make you a p-p-proposition. Want you to yoke up with me, and help me sell the 'B-B-Balm of the Blessed Islands. You can do the t-t-talking and I'll run the b-b-business; see?"
The struggle, however, would probably have been a long one, notwithstanding their numbers, if one of the keepers had not, with great presence of mind, climbed up to the top of the wall, and caught the arm of the wretch in a noose. By these means he was thrown down in a moment, disarmed, and rendered harmless. "You you may may do do what you you choose; I I won't say say another w-w-word!"