"A-haw! a-haw! a-haw!" roared the voice of Joe Gamp, and the audience joined in the shout of laughter.
CHAPTER XXVI.
TRAPPED.
There was an uproar in the theatre, which the ushers and the police were unable to quell for some time.
The curtain was rung down, and then, after a short wait, the manager came out and said the show would go on, if the audience would behave. He threatened to have the persons who were using the pea-shooters arrested, and this threat was greeted by hisses and catcalls.
After a while, however, the curtain went up once more, and the play proceeded in a tangle of "real Siberian bloodhounds," Gumption Cutes, Marks, Topsies, Little Evas, escaping slaves, slave hunters and general excitement and confusion.
It was plain that the actors feared further trouble, and they were rushing through their lines, eager to get off the stage as soon as possible.
The bloodhounds were cheered by the students and peppered with peas. When Topsy declared she "neb