"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. "I got to have my turn
first, haven't I?"

"Well, yours is over long ago."

"It isn't either! I--"

"Anyway," said Sam decidedly, clutching him by the right shoulder
and endeavouring to reach his left side--"anyway, I'm goin' to
have it now."

"You said I could have my turn out!" Penrod, carried away by
indignation, raised his voice.

"I did not!" Sam, likewise lost to caution, asserted his denial
loudly.

"You did, too."

"You said--"

"I never said anything!"