Talleyrand jest set there grum—fin’ly snorted
“Sho!
Think ye’re smart, ye pesky fool! Lemme tell
ye, though,
’Tain’t so thund’rin’ big a stretch ye made then
when ye lied,
Bet ye Jim could lift himself, providin’ he had
tried.
Stout? I see’d him boost a rock—” “Minit,
Tal,” says Ben,