"You can't do anything with it.

Lemme take it, Penrod." "No!" said Roddy.

"Let ME! My goodness! Ain't I got any right to blow my own horn ?" They pressed upon Penrod, who frantically fended and frantically blew.
At last he remembered to compress his lips, and force the air through the compression.
A magnificent snort from the horn was his reward.

He removed his lips from the mouthpiece, and capered in pride.
"Hah!" he cried.

"Hear that?
I guess _I_ can't play this good ole horn! Oh, no!" During his capers, Sam captured the horn.