"But what's he up to now?" reiterated Winslow. "Don't keep a fellow in suspense!"
"He smuggled in a basket of crawfish."
"Well?"
"Well, you don't suppose he got 'em to eat, do you?"
"'Course not. Is he going to make the Dutchman eat them?"
"No, but they may take a few bites out of the Dutchman."
"You don't mean——"
"He's put the crawfish into Dunnerwust's and Mulloy's beds."
"Jeewhiz!"
Poke clapped a hand over his mouth, and looked round hastily. Then he asked: