"If you don't give up Tony, I'll get a warrant and have you arrested," roared Mr. Marsh. "Aren't you an inhuman scoundrel? Want to kill him, I guess, for fear you'll lose the job."
"Kill him! What do you mean? Oh, pshaw, you're both crazy!" replied Barker, in a tone of deep disgust. "Go home, and don't come fooling around here no more."
"Look here, Barker," exclaimed Mr. Marsh, "I'll——"
His further utterance was cut short by the sudden and violent slamming of the window by the irate undertaker, who, after consigning the interrupters of his repose to perdition, crept once more into bed, and pulling the clothes round his cold shoulders, prepared to sleep again.
At this moment Charley and Swanny came running up.
"Won't dad let you in?" asked Charley.
"No," replied Mr. Marsh. "This is an outrage. I shall go for an officer."
"Don't do nothing of the sort. Come in with me at the back door. Pop ain't to blame; he don't know anything about the stiff coming to life," answered Charley.
The rage of Mr. and Mrs. Marsh moderated at once, and they followed their conductor into the house through the rear. Presently they were overjoyed at seeing their darling.
Barker was roused, everything was explained, and Tony was carried home by his anxious parents.