"One of my shirt-studs;" and down he went in a great roar of laughter, while Porter Hudson took the hint Corry's "example" had given him, and went to the head again on "stewed."
The rounds went by rapidly now; and each one sent down somebody in disgrace, while the excitement of the audience was visibly increasing.
"Susie," whispered Vosh, "we've got as many left standing as they have. Keyser's killing 'em off fast, though."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Don't spell a word till you know what it is, even if you have to ask him."
"I'd never dare do that."
"I would, then."
She was just above him, and in another moment her trial came. Vosh saw the puzzled, troubled expression on her face, and he came to the rescue.
"Elder Keyser," he sang out, "was that word 'mystery,' or 'mastery,' or 'monastery,' or was it 'mercy'? There's a difference in the spelling of 'em."
"Silence!"