I'll show you sometime." He paused inquiringly, as if to book any acceptance of this kindly offer.

No such engagements being made, Pringle continued: "Supposin' you was throwin' a baseball and your hand struck a man accidentally; you'd hurt him every time--only you'd break your arm that way.

That ain't the way to strike.

I'll show you." "That wasn't no olive branch I was holdin' out," stated Nueces River.
"You'll show me nothin'-- turncoat!" "It helps a lot, too, when the man you hit is not expecting it," suggested Anastacio smoothly.

"You might show me sometime--when I'm looking for it." "Now what's biting you ?" demanded Pringle testily.