"All sunk in—right here," Tunk answered impressively, his hand to his chest.
"How did it happen?"
"Kicked by a boss; that's how it happened," was the significant answer. "Lord! I'm all shucked over t' one side—can't ye see it?"
"A list t' sta'b'rd—that's what they call it, I believe," said the teacher.
"See how I limp," Tunk went on, striding to show his pace. "Ain't it awful!"
"How did that happen?"
"Sprung my ex!" he answered, turning quickly with a significant look. "Thrown from a sulky in a hoss race an' sprung my ex. Lord! can't ye see it?"
The teacher nodded, not knowing quite how to take him.
"Had my knee unsot, too," he went on, lifting his knee as he turned the light upon it. "Jes' put yer finger there," said he, indicating a slight protuberance. "Lord! it's big as a bog spavin."
He had planned to provoke a query, and it came.