Everybody sings out, "Sold!" and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians.

But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts: "Hold on! Just a word, gentlemen." They stopped to listen.

"We are sold--mighty badly sold.

But we don't want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live.

NO.