But any word would have expressed his humiliation.
"I should have said three, leavin' Jack out.

I meant Collie's an' yours an' Wils Moore's." "Moore's is about ruined already, I've a hunch." "You can get hunches you never dreamed of, Belllounds, old as you are.
An' I'll give you one presently....

But we drift off.

Can't you keep cool ?" "Cool! With you rantin' hell-bent for election?
Haw! Raw!...

Wade, you're locoed.