“Cold feet,” snickered the clown.
“But we have the facilities for warming them,” said Satan. “Turk, kindly move the furnace a little nearer. We’ll give his tootsies a nice comfortable baking. By the time his toes are well done and crisp he may change his mind and decide to append his signature to this little document.”
CHAPTER XVII.
TUCKER GETS WARMED.
By this time the tiny furnace was glowing redly. Its heat had reached Tucker, who made a wry face as the Turk seized the handle and started to move the furnace nearer.
“Really,” said Tommy, “I think you kind gentlemen are awfully obliging, but you’re greatly mistaken in fancying me at all troubled with cold feet. I beseech you not to disturb yourselves to warm me up.”
“You’ll do a great deal more begging before we finish with you!” growled Satan. “Push the furnace up close, Turk. Now get him by the ankle, clown—that’s right. You take the other leg, Hooter. Hold his feet extended so the bottoms will be thoroughly warm.”
With a sudden kick, Tucker upset both the clown and the owl.
“What’s the matter with you fellows?” snarled Satan. “Aren’t you strong enough to hold his feet?”
“Hoo? hoo?” cried the owl, scrambling up. “You bet we are! If he kicks me again, I’ll warm his foot by soaking it right plumb against the furnace.”
“Oh, look!” grinned the clown, as Tommy began making both feet fly like paddle wheels.