"All ready?" said Dink.
"Wait!" With the left hand he clutched the covers, with the right his nightshirt, just back of the neck. "Ready now."
"Go!"
With one motion the Tennessee Shad flung the covers from him, tore off his nightshirt and sprang from the bed like Venus from the waves.
The audience burst into cheers:
"Holy Mike."
"Greased lightning!"
"Oh, you Shad!"
"Gee, right through the pants!"
"Suffering Moses!"