"I'm going to be a better minister," shouted Georgie, "than all three of you put together. I could do it with my left hand!"
The three laughed bitingly in chorus. They jeered, derided, scoffed, and raised an uproar which would have had its effect upon much stronger nerves than Georgie's. For a time he contained his rising choler and chanted monotonously, over and over: "I could! I could, too! I could! I could, too!" But their tumult wore upon him, and he decided to avail himself of the recent decision whereby a big H was rendered innocuous and unprofane. Having used the expression once, he found it comforting, and substituted it for: "I could! I could, too!"
But it relieved him only temporarily. His tormentors were unaffected by it and increased their howlings, until at last Georgie lost his head altogether. Badgered beyond bearing, his eyes shining with a wild light, he broke through the besieging trio, hurling little Maurice from his path with a frantic hand.
"I'll show you!" he cried, in this sudden frenzy. "You give me a chance, and I'll prove it right now!"
"That's talkin' business!" shouted Penrod. "Everybody keep still a minute. Everybody!"
