"I'm skinned alive! I'm flayed, disfigured! I'm parboiled! Pour a bottle of oil over me. I tell you I'm——-"
"You're all right. Stop it!" commanded Tad sharply.
"Sprinkle me with flour the way mother used to do."
Tad walked over and laid a firm hand on the arm of the fat boy.
"You go back there and wipe off, then put on your clothes, or I'll skin you in earnest. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd scalp you if you continue to carry on in this way."
"Sea—-scalp me?" stammered Stacy.
"Yes. You surely have done enough to them to make them want to. Did you know you knocked over the Medicine Man?"
"Did I?"
"You did."
Stacy grinned.