"If I _could_ do it," he vociferated, "if I _could_ stand up there and debate one o' their darn ole debates in the first place--if I had the gall to even try it, why, my gosh! you don't suppose I'm goin' to get up there and argue with _that girl_, do you?
That's a hot way to get an education: stand up there and argue with a girl before a couple o' hundred people! My _gosh!_" "You got to!" his prostrate companion cackled, weakly.

"You can't get out of it.

You're a goner, ole Buddy!" "I'll be sick.

I'll be sick as a dog! I'll be sick as the sickest dog that ever--" "No use, ole man.

The frat seniors'll be on the job.