“I haven’t any——”
Again the hen cackled and stirred within the bully’s shirt. The evidence was conclusive. There was a laugh, and with an air of having been caught in a petty trick Pug took out the fowl, not much the worse for its experience, and handed it to the farmer.
“If we weren’t on a hike, I’d send you to the guardhouse for that,” said the officer sternly. “You know what the orders are against this sort of business. I’ll take up your case when we get back to camp. Fall in!”
Kennedy muttered something, and shot a look of anger at Jerry.
“That was your fault,” he said.
“My fault?”
“Yes, you sneezed on purpose like a rooster, and you woke up the hen!”
“Oh, come off! I sneezed by accident.”
“I don’t believe you!” said Pug. “I’ll get square all right!”
This seemed his favorite threat.