“No,” said Sam. “I wouldn't walk over there just to find out sumpthing I already know isn't so. Outside of a music store there isn't anybody in the world got forty-one guitars! I've heard lots o' people TALK, but I never heard such a big l—”
“You shut up!” shouted Roddy. “You ole—”
Penrod interposed.
“Why'n't you show us the horn, Roddy?” he asked. “You said you could get it. You show us the horn and we'll believe you. If you show us the horn, Sam'll haf to take what he said back; won't you, Sam?”
“Yes,” said Sam, and added. “He hasn't got any. He went and told a—”
Roddy's eyes were bright with rage; he breathed noisily.
“I haven't?” he cried. “You just wait here, and I'll show you!”
And he ran furiously from the stable.