HEAVENS AND EARTH! FRANK; WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?—PAGE 193.
"Well," said he, "this has been a great scheme of yours. That's a great head, yours. Guess we're stuck for good, this time."
"The kid" said he guessed he'd have to go to supper.
We told him we guessed he'd not go to supper till he got us out of that shirt scrape. "Remember your oath, you young hyena," I said.
He answered: "That's so; guess I'll have to go without my supper, to-night."
At last, after many schemes had been devised and rejected, we hit upon one that helped us out. We demanded of "the kid" that he take off his shirt; and after donning his coat and vest, instructed him to throw back his coat-collar, and go down street to some furnishing-goods dealer, and either beg, or buy on credit, a shirt. We began telling him what to say, when he headed us off with:
"Oh, whatcher givin' us? I guess I know how ter give 'em der stiff," and started.
He called on several dealers; and after giving "De song and dance," finally made a raise of a new shirt.