Aunt 'Liza threw herself against the door, shutting it almost in Aunt Mena's face.
"Where are you shot, Jacob?" she demanded.
"I am not yet shot," answered Jacob. "But I will be shot. I—" He felt suddenly his master's grip on his arm. "Ow! What is the matter?"
"Where is Albert?" asked Uncle Daniel. "She has no gun to shoot with. What are you talking about? Where is Albert, I say?"
"She wouldn't give him to me," gasped Jacob. "They yelled at me, the zwillings yelled at me. They wouldn't give him to me. She is after me with a gun. She—" There was suddenly a loud pounding at the door. "I tell you she is after me. She—"
Uncle Daniel strode to the door, and flung it wide. He, at least, was not afraid of being shot.
"What do you mean?" he shouted. Then he saw that it was Aunt Mena who stood without.
"I mean that if Ellie and Weezy don't come along home with me to-night, they are not to come at all," said Aunt Mena hotly. "I cannot be running the whole time over the country for them."
"Ellie and Weezy," repeated her brother. "Are they not by you?"
"No, they ran early this morning off already."