“Certainly, sir—certainly I’ll git ye the books,” she smiled.
“You know what I want,” said Blessed. “If you don’t, here’s a sample—here’s one of my old books. You can take that along. When you come back bring them up to my room, but get them right away—don’t lose a minute. Time is precious with me this evening.”
The moment the door closed behind Maggie three chuckling lads scudded into the kitchen and prepared to conceal themselves. At the last moment Buckhart seemed inclined to rebel against hiding beneath the sink.
“You can sure get in there, Big,” he said. “Try it.”
Bouncer dropped on all fours and quickly demonstrated the impossibility of seeking to stow himself away beneath the sink.
“It’s a slick place, Brad,” he gurgled. “If I could only get in there, I’d take it in a jiffy. You can back in all right, and here’s a nice little knot hole through which you can see everything that’s going on. Cricky, that knot hole must have been made on purpose.”
“That certain is a right fine knot hole,” agreed the Texan, with a grin. “Don’t know but I’ll make use of it.”
With more or less clattering and banging, he finally succeeded in backing in amid the pots and pans and settling himself in a comfortable position with the knot hole convenient to his eye if he lifted his head a bit. But even after getting in there he was again struck by the thought that his position was most undignified, and he started to crawl out.
“No, you don’t!” spluttered Bouncer, slamming the sink door and turning the little wooden button that held it. “You just keep still. It’s me to the pantry, and I won’t have you spoiling my fun.”
“You wait till I do get out!” growled Buckhart’s smothered voice. “I sure will spank you good and plenty.”