“This is the funniest show I ever seen!” shouted a man in the audience. “Ain’t I glad I come!”
Some boys began to sing “I Want to Be an Angel.”
Then the windlass began to work again, and the pelted youth was drawn up out of sight, just as Havener succeeded in arousing the curtain boy to let the curtain down.
It was not necessary to finish the play. The audience did not expect it, and the theater was emptied.
Hans Dunnerwurst was so angry that he couldn’t talk.
Havener did not have much to say, for he decided that it would be a waste of words, for the company was pretty sure to disband on the following day.
That night the stage-manager accompanied Cassie Lee when she left the theater. It was dark on the side street, and a man sprang on them almost as soon as they came out by the stage entrance.
“Now I’ve caught ye together!” snarled a familiar voice. “I’ll finish you both this time!”
“Storms!” screamed the girl.
“Yes, Storms!” grated the man. “Take that!”