He shot his hand across an’ pulled his gun quick as a flash; but Horace didn’t move, he just sat still, with a friendly smile on his face
FRIAR TUCK
BEING THE CHRONICLES OF THE REVEREND
JOHN CARMICHAEL, OF WYOMING, U.S.A.,
AS SET FORTH AND EMBELLISHED BY
HIS FRIEND AND ADMIRER
HAPPY HAWKINS
AND HERE RECORDED BY