“Nice hair,” commented Fraud, giving a pull at the professor’s wig and jerking it off. “Oh, see! Hair all loose! He look funny now!”
“Gimme that!” panted the professor, snatching at the wig; but Fraud thrust it back of her, laughing mockingly behind her heavy veil.
She was strong, astonishingly strong. He found he could not recover the wig by force, so he gave over the attempt.
“That nice,” said Fake. “Behave, old Lobster. Pretty teeth. Bite Fake’s little finger.”
Before he even suspected her purpose she thrust her finger into his mouth. In some manner she caught hold of his upper set of false teeth and jerked them out.
Then both favorites uttered exclamations of seeming surprise and merriment, while the triumphant Fake held the extracted set of teeth above her head.
“Him fine!” she cried. “Hair come off! Teeth come out! Old Lobster lots funny!”
“We take old Lobster all to pieces,” said Fraud. “Come on, Fake. Take him eyes out next.”
“Hold on, both of you!” frothed Zenas. “Don’t you dare carry thish thing any farsher! Gimme my wig! Gimme me my teesh! Hand ’em over, or shomebody going to get hurt!”
By this time he was greatly enraged, but he found himself almost helpless in the hands of the favorites.