I could see he'd be hurt in his feelins ef he warn't not allowed to stand treat!
So he's managed to climb To the top of the tree!
[Homely, unselfish satisfaction.
But I'll bet every time—Big a boss as he be—
He remembers his pardner in Frisco—Yes, he don't forgit little old Me!
[This proudly, but tenderly.
(Here the Sandwich-man is supposed to make some sort of assent.
You turn upon him savagely, with an irritation assumed to
conceal deep feeling.)
What on airth do you mean? By a' sayin' "You're sure