Of it." (With half recognition.) Seems like I've seen Those yer featurs afore!
[Hand to chin, dubiously.
A mistake? (Roughly.) Well then, you hold yer hosses, and don't interrup' me no more!
(The Sandwich-man here makes another attempt to escape; you put
out two detaining fingers.)
Come, you ain't going yet? (Heartily.) H'yur, you lem me run on!
Why, we've on'y jest met—And you want to be gone!
I must hev some critter, I tell ye, to practise chin-music upon!
No, theer don't seem a doubt—He is cock of the school;
And the stuffing's knocked out Of your Irving and Toole!