"
"Father would," offered Junior. "Mother never would let anybody take her.
I know she wouldn't."
"Well I don't," said Mickey, "and here is where guessing doesn't cut any
ice. I must be _sure_. To-night I'll ask him. I'd like to know how it
happens that sudden death has just been rampaging after me all this trip,
anyway. I seemed to get it coming or going."
Junior did not hide his grin quickly enough.
"Aw-w-w-ah!" grated Mickey, suddenly tense and alert.
He sprang to his feet. So did Junior.
"Say, look here----" cried Mickey.
"All right, 'look here,'" retorted Junior. His face flamed Ted, then
paled, and his hands gripped, while his jaw protruded in an ugly scowl.
Then slowly and distinctly he quoted: "Course I meant to put it to you
stiff; I meant to 'niciate you in the ancient and honourable third degree
of the Country all right, so's you'd have enough to last a lifetime; but I
only meant to put you up against what I'd had myself in the fields and
woods; I was just going to test your ginger; I wasn't counting on the
_quicksand_, and the _live_ snake, finding its dead mate Jud fixed for
you.
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