"Perhaps it's a brass band," observed Butterwick.
"Or a man who's had a couple of drinks," suggested Dr. Brown.
"Of course not."
"You don't mean a fire company?" asked Mrs. Banger.
"N—no. That's the confounded queerest thing I ever heard of, that I can't remember that word," said Mr. Lamb, getting warm and beginning to feel miserable.
"Well, give us the rest of the story without it," said Potts.
"That's the mischief of it," said Mr. Lamb. "The whole joke turns on that infernal word."
"Two horns did you say?" asked Dr. Dox. "Maybe it is a catfish."
"Or a snail," remarked Judge Twiddler.
"N—no; none of those."