Old Dodger killed a plug hoss tryin' to beat them to the river.
And one of Nimble's points had stung Dodger like a hornet's sting.
Nimble had been so interested in his own horns that he hadn't looked at Dodger's.
But for every buffet he repaid Dodger, Dodger gave him another that was heavier than ever.
"I've been having fun with Dodger the Deer," Nimble explained.
But the other, whose name was Dodger, was not quite quick enough.
That ere Dodger has such a run of luck that theres no standing again him.
After a short pause, the Dodger reappeared, and whispered Fagin mysteriously.
You should have known the Dodger, my dear; you should have known the Dodger.
I beg your pardon, said the Dodger, looking up with an air of abstraction.