He fell upon the skipper with such desperate fury that when he again released his clutch the man staggered away dizzily in his iron grip.
They disappeared around the corner of the storehouse and in a little while the sharp “plock-plock” of the Effort’s engine barked in the interim of the thunder crashes.
“Them Looks is sartinly the desp’ritest critters when they git started I ever see,” remarked the man in the waggon, after he had watched the two men out of sight.
“Well, if he weighed bigger’n that el’phunt of his he wouldn’t lug me and my own bo’t off on no such wild-goose chase as he’s goin’ on,” growled Brickett, getting ready to shut his big doors. He was apparently unconvinced regarding the occupants of the dory. “That was about the biggest piece of nerve I ever saw showed out, and I’ve seen some good ones in my day.”
“And I’ve seen some good old showers in my time,” remarked the man in the waggon, picking up his reins. “But”—a crackling explosion interrupted him—-“this is sartinly the king of old lingers.”
He larruped his horse around the corner into the shed, for the big trees were beginning to twist and moan and the big drops to lash the dust.