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Alph. Then view me paralyze him. (Walks over to Stumpy.) Say, Stumpy, I’ve got a funny story to tell you.
Stumpy. What about?
Alph. Charlie Gilsey. You know Charlie?
Stumpy. Oh, yes, he’s one of Bricktop’s pals.
Alph. Well, this is a bully story. Make you laugh till you cry.
Stumpy. All right, I want to laugh. Spit her out.
Alph. You see Charlie went on a jamboree the other night; got full as a goat on corn rock and whisky. He stole half a dozen hand-carts and a grocery store, and the police collared him. Poor Charlie was locked up in the Tombs. You know he was always awful sensitive.
Stumpy. Oh, awful! You never had to call him a liar over six times before he would ask you what you meant.