But there came a loud knock on the door.
Scraggs, who had retired to sleep, scrambled out of bed and thrust his head out of a window.
“Who is it?” he asked. “And what do you want?”
“It’s yer neighbor,” said the voice of Paine, the farmer. “Come down, Scraggs, we want to see ye!”
“What do you want?” demanded the asylum keeper.
“You’ll find out when you git down hyar.”
“Well, I’m not to be aroused from my bed at this hour of the night,” replied Scraggs, angrily. “If you want to see me, come around in the daytime.”
“We want to see ye now,” insisted Paine.
“Well, you won’t see me!” replied Scraggs, hotly. “Get off my premises or I’ll fire on you!”
“No, ye won’t!” gritted the angry farmer. “Ye’ve run your rig hyar, Scraggs. We air goin’ to run you out of this kentry. If ye don’t come down we’ll come up after ye!”