Let's do somethin'!" Here there was a confused cry that "it _was_ big, and that they had better do somethin' or 'nother." "Let's blow up the ole school-house," said Bill Day, who was not friendly to education.
"I tell you what," said Bob Short, who was dealing the cards in another set--"I tell you what," and Bob winked his eyes vigorously, and looked more solemn and wise than he could have looked if it had not been for the hard eggs and the whisky--"I tell you what," said Bob a third time, and halted, for his mind's activity was a little choked by the fervor of his emotions--"I tell you what, boys--" "Wal," piped Jim West in a cracked voice, "you've told us _what_ four times, I 'low; now s'pose you tell us somethin' else." "I tell you what, boys," said Bob Short, suddenly remembering his sentence, "don't let's do nothin' that'll git us into no trouble arterwards.

Ef we blow up the school-house we'll be 'rested fer bigamy or--or--what d'ye call it ?" "For larson," said Bill Day, hardly able to restrain another whoop.
"No, 'taint larson," said Bob Short, looking wiser than a chief-justice, "it's arsony.

Now I say, don't let's go to penitentiary for no--no larson--no arsony, I mean." "Ha--oop!" said Bill.

"Let's do somethin' ludikerous.

Hurrah for arsony and larson! Dog-on the penitentiary! Ha--oop!" [Illustration: SOMETHIN' LUDIKEROUS.] "Let's go fer the Dutchman," said Norman Anderson, just drunk enough to be good-naturedly murderous and to speak in dialect.