“Besides, you made us pay for a calf that was no good,” put in Bob.
“Oh! I wish I had holt of ye out at my place fer about five minutes!” muttered the angry man, as he shook his fist at the boys, and turned away, followed by the laughter of the loungers, who were glad to see this turn to events. “I’d make ye smart fer this,” declared Mr. Sackett, as he went back the way he had come. “Spoilin’ a man’s business this way. Them chickens is good enough fer anybody!”
“Then you keep ’em,” answered Mr. Stearn, as he again thanked the boys for the service they had done him.
“I rather guess this makes us about even on the calf deal,” observed Jerry grimly.
Later they learned that Mr. Sackett tried elsewhere, but unsuccessfully, to dispose of his fowls, and finally they all died on his hands, after he had spent considerable for medicine to cure them.
[CHAPTER X]
REBUILDING THE COMET
“Where’s that monkey wrench?”