"Sick," put in the Colonel, straightening up exultantly. "I waxed him three straight games last night. You won't see him again till spring. Skunked him once, and beat him twice."
"Oh, git out."
"Hear the old seed twitter!"
"Did you ever notice, gentlemen, how lying and baldness go together?" queried Foster, reflectively.
"No! Do they?"
"Invariably. I've known many colossal liars, and they were all as bald as apples."
The Colonel was getting nervous, and was so slow that even Gordon (who could sit and stare at the board a full half hour without moving) began to be impatient.
"Come, Colonel, marshal your forces a little more promptly. If you're going at me echelon, sound y'r bugle; I'm ready."
"Don't worry," answered the Colonel, in his calmest nasal. "I'll accommodate you with all the fight you want."
"Did it ever occur to you," began the Judge again, addressing the crowd generally, as he moved back to the stove and lit another cigar, "did it ever occur to you that it is a little singular a man should get bald on the top of his head first? Curious fact. So accustomed to it we no longer wonder at it. Now see the Colonel there. Quite a growth of hair on his clapboarding, as it were, but devilish thin on his roof."