orse it was。 And when he felt he had an opponent dead
in his sights； an intellectual sort of buck fever seemed to take place between
his speech centers and his mouth and he would freeze solid while the clock ran
out。 It was painful to watch。
〃S…S…So I th…th…think we have to say that the fuh…fuh…facts in the c…case Mr。
D…D…D…Dorsky cites are ren…ren…rendered obsolete by the ruh…recent duh…duh…
decision handed down inin…in 。。。 〃
The buzzer would go off and George would whirl around to stare furiously at
Jack； who sat beside it。 George's face at those moments would be flushed； his
notes crumpled spasmodically in one hand。
Jack had held on to George long after he had cut most of the obvious flat
tires； hoping George would work out。 He remembered one late afternoon about a
week before he had reluctantly dropped the ax。 George had stayed after the
others had filed out； and then had confronted Jack angrily。
〃You s…set the timer ahead。〃
Jack looked up from the papers he was putting back into his briefcase。
〃George； what are you talking about？〃
〃I d…didn't get my whole five mih…minutes。 You set it ahead。 I was wuh…
watching the clock。〃
〃The clock and the timer may keep slightly different times； George； but I
never touched the dial on the damned thing。 Scout's honor。〃
〃Yuh…yuh…you did！〃
The belligerent； I'm…sticking…up…for…my…rights way George was looking at him
had sparked Jack's own temper。 He had been off the sauce for two months； two months too long；
and he was ragged。 He made one last effort to hold himself in。 〃I assure you I did not； George。 It's
your stutter。 Do you have any idea what causes it？ You