You wouldn't b'lieve me." "We don't b'lieve you, anyhow," muttered one of the boys, but Single didn't seem to hear.

He was wrapped up in his story.
"He'd throw th' discus from here down t' th' corral." "What's a discus ?" asked a puncher.
"It doesn't matter, but he c'd throw it," said Single.

"An' he was champeen of America; not only that, but champeen of th' whole world." Now, it didn't make much difference whether Single's story was true or not.

One didn't have to believe it to enjoy it.

He aimed to astonish, rather than to be truthful.