"Tell ahead," said Sam.
"Wunst apon a time—" began Pumble.
"What time?" interrupted Sam.
"Shut up! Wunst upon a time. Dey wuz a man. An' dis heah man lighted up he pipe, an' started out on de big road. An' he went walkin' along. Right stret along. An' walkin' along, an' walkin' along, an' walkin' along. An' walkin' along. An' walkin' along, an' walkin' along—"
"Dat man wuz gwine all de way, wuzn't he?" interjected the listener.
"THE BOYS TROTTED MERRILY AWAY TOGETHER."
"He hadn't got no way, hardly, yit," said Pumble, "but he kep' a-walkin' along. An' walkin' along, an' walkin' along, an' walkin' along, an' walkin' along, an' walkin' along, an' walkin' along, an' walkin' along, an' walkin' along—."
"Stop dat walkin' now," said Sam, "and tell whut he done when he got froo walkin'."
"He come to de place he wuz a-gwine to," said Pumble.