Those boys didn't think about acting funny just to make folks laugh.

They were so doggoned busy having fun with the story and showing up its weak points that they forgot to be self-conscious.

If I'd had a regular comedy company working on it, believe me, Mr.Brown, it might have turned out almost as rotten a farce as it would be as a drama!" Had Bently Brown owned under his pink skin any of the primitive instincts which he was so fond of portraying in his characters, he would have killed Luck without any further argument or delay.
Instead of that he spluttered and stormed like a scolding woman.

He lifted first one puttee and then the other, and he shook his fist, and he nodded his head violently, and finally was constrained to lift the leather-banded Stetson from his blond hair and wipe the perspiration from his brow with a lavender initialed handkerchief.

He said a great deal in a very few minutes, but it was too involved, too incoherent to be repeated here.