A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 15 Page 2

hang they out — where hang — where do they hang out; eh, right so; where do they hang out.

Of a truth the phrase hath a fair and winsome grace, and is prettily worded withal. I will repeat it anon and anon in mine idlesse, whereby I may peradventure learn it. Where do they hang out. Even so! already it falleth trippingly from my tongue, and forasmuch as — ”

“Don’t forget the cowboys, Sandy.”

“Cowboys?”

“Yes; the knights, you know: You were going to tell me about them. A while back, you remember. Figuratively speaking, game’s called.”

“Game — ”

“Yes, yes, yes! Go to the bat. I mean, get to work on your statistics, and don’t