This far I reckon we'd hung onto ourselves because it was serious. Now I began to laugh. So did Denton. We laughed and laughed.
"A damn long way
To Mollyhay."
said I. Then we laughed some more, until the tears ran down our cheeks, and we had to hold our poor weak sides. Pretty soon we fetched up with a gasp.
"A damn long way
To Mollyhay,"
whispered Denton, and then off we went into more shrieks. And when we would sober down a little, one or the other of us would say it again:
"A damn long way
To Mollyhay,"
and then we'd laugh some more. It must have been a sweet sight!
At last I realised that we ought to pull ourselves together, so I snubbed up short, and Denton did the same, and we set to laying plans. But every minute or so one of us would catch on some word, and then we'd trail off into rhymes and laughter and repetition.
"Keep him going as long as you can," said Denton.
"Yes."