You wouldn't notice that I had my good ole revolaver with me.

You wouldn't think I had one, because it'd be under my coat like this, and you wouldn't see it." Penrod stuck the muzzle of the pistol into the waistband of his knickerbockers at the left side and, buttoning his jacket, sustained the weapon in concealment by pressure of his elbow.
"So you think I haven't got any; you think I'm just a man comin' along, and so you--" Sam advanced.

"Well, you've had your turn," he said.

"Now, it's mine.
I'm goin' to show you how I--" "WATCH me, can't you ?" Penrod wailed.

"I haven't showed you how _I_ do, have I?
My goodness! Can't you watch me a minute ?" "I HAVE been! You said yourself it'd be my turn soon as you--" "My goodness! Let me have a CHANCE, can't you ?" Penrod retreated to the wall, turning his right side toward Sam and keeping the revolver still protected under his coat.