“Did you see Dick remove the professor’s wig?” laughed the Texan. “I thought I’d blow up then, but it gave me an idea, and I managed to get my digits into his mouth and yank out the upper layer of his store teeth.”
“And then I was on the point of blowing up,” confessed Dick. “But the professor was so excited he didn’t notice it.”
“The climax came when yo’ invited him to kiss yo’,” grinned Colonel Stringer. “He’ll be ready to shoot me now.”
“Don’t you think it,” said Dick. “He’ll be round begging you to keep still about it. He’ll be humble enough.”
“We’re very much obliged to you, Mr. Coddington, for your assistance,” said Dick. “If you’ll give us a bill of expenses, I’ll settle it. If Colonel Stringer hadn’t known you, I fear we could not have carried out the plan after we formed it.”
“Oh, the expense was nothing compared with the sport I’ve had,” asserted the Englishman.
“But you had to engage the dancing girls.”
“They are professionals, and their services cost a mere nothing. It’s not worth mentioning.”
“Oh, yes it is. Then there was the costumer. You had to pay him. I insist on settling the bill.”
Coddington did his best to get out of taking anything, but Dick was obdurate and finally compelled the Englishman to state the full expense of the affair, which he paid.