But Sam had not made the best of his opportunities as an observer of bands; he thrust the mouthpiece deep into his mouth, and blew until his expression became one of agony.
"No, no!" Penrod exclaimed.

"You haven't got the secret of blowin' a horn, Sam.

What's the use your keepin' hold of it, when you don't know any more about it 'n that?
It ain't makin' a sound! You lemme have that good ole horn back, Sam.

Haven't you got sense enough to see I know how to PLAY ?" Laying hands upon it, he jerked it away from Sam, who was a little piqued over the failure of his own efforts, especially as Penrod now produced a sonarous blat--quite a long one.

Sam became cross.
"My goodness!" Roddy Bitts said peevishly.