“Wow!”
“Hear him talk!”
“Bet he kin do it!”
“He’s hot stuff!”
These muttered exclamations came from the lips of the toughs.
“Didn’t I tell ye he could do up all the Hookers in Missouri!” triumphantly cried the village boy. “I’ve read all about him, and he is the warmest biscuit in the pan.”
“I reckon I’d better git away afore Sam Hooker comes back lookin’ fer me,” said the man who had been using the hose.
He shut off the water, made haste to detach the hose, and hustled into the store, without saying another word.
“Come on, gentlemen,” said Merry, speaking to his friends. “The Hookers seem to have hooked it.”
Then he turned to the staring toughs, saying: