“What did you do all that for?” demanded you, angrily.
“Do what?” retorted Snoopie. “I didn’t do nothin’! What’s the matter with you kids, anyhow?”
“You did, too!” berated Nixie. “You showed off an’ spoilt everything. I ain’t goin’ out.”
“Don’t you—an’ we won’t, either!” chorused Tom and Billy.
“Oh, Jock! Fat’s got his rats and he’s takin’ ’em away with him!” announced Hen.
“You come back, there, Fat! Darn you! bring them back!” you cried, rushing to the rescue.
Too late. Fat was stamping rebelliously down the stairs. The disintegration of Schmidt & Walker’s United Shows, through jealousy, had begun.
“Aren’t you fellows comin’ out?” queried Hen.
“Uh-uh! ’Tain’t any fun,” grunted Billy, spokesman.
“They say they won’t play any more,” you reported to Hen.