It's tarnation all over that.

Tellin' you, you was so knowin', so shy if touched on the flanks; how difficult you was to take-in, bein' a sensible, knowin' man, what's that but soft sawder?
You swallowed it all.

You took it off without winkin', and opened your mouth as wide as a young blind robbin does for another worm, and then down went the Bunkum about making you a Secretary of State, which was rather a large bolus to swaller, without a draft; down, down it went, like a greased-wad through a smooth rifle bore; it did, upon my soul.

Heavens! what a take in! what a splendid sleight-of-hand! I never did nothin' better in all my born days.

I hope I may be shot, if I did.