But in spite of all admonition Curly stood perplexed, with his hat pushed back on his forehead and his mallet held gingerly between the fingers of one hand, while a cigarette graced those of the other.
"The court rules," resumed Dan Anderson, "that this game can't wait for arguments of counsel.

Curly, you are a disgrace.

You and McKinney ought to skin Doc and the Learned Counsel easy if you had a bit of savvy.

Can't you hit that stake ?" "I could if you'd let me take a six-shooter or a rope," said Curly.

"I ain't fixed for this here tenderfoot game you-all have sprung on me.
If it wasn't for that there spur, I'd have sent Doc's ball plumb over Carrizy Mountain that last carrom.