"Skippy?"
"Hello!"
"The bell's no good at all."
"Twenty-nine, thirty—remember your oath."
"Say! Count a little faster; I can't hold out much longer."
"Red leg or blue?"
"Both, darn it!"
"Any difference?"
The reply was too blasphemous to be set down here.
The Tennessee Shad, too, was paying dearly the price of his curiosity; so, being convinced that he had stumbled upon a secret initiation, he decided to get some enjoyment out of the situation. Presently, trumpeting his mouth with his hands, he emitted a long, wailing sound: