'Let me help you to some of this cold round of beef?' exclaimed Captain Bouncey, brandishing the great broad-bladed carving knife.
'Have a slice of 'ot 'am,' suggested Captain Quod.
'The finest run I ever rode!' observed Mr. Sponge, still endeavouring to get a hearing.
'Dare say it would,' replied Sir Harry;' those (hiccup) hounds of mine are uncommon (hiccup).' He didn't know what they were, and the hiccup came very opportunely.
'The pace was terrific!' exclaimed Sponge.
'Dare say it would,' replied Sir Harry; 'and that's what makes me (hiccup) you're so (hiccup). Pea, here, has some rare old October—(hiccup) bushels to the (hiccup) hogshead.' 'It's capital!' exclaimed Captain Seedeybuck, frothing himself a tumblerful out of the tall brown jug.
'So is this,' rejoined Captain Quod, pouring himself out a liberal allowance of gin.
'That horse of mine carried me MAGnificently!' observed Mr. Sponge, with a commanding emphasis on the MAG.
'Dare say he would,' replied Sir Harry; 'he looked like a (hiccup)er—a white 'un, wasn't he?'
'No; a brown,' replied Mr. Sponge, disgusted at the mistake.