Rising with the strength of a desperate man, the farmer dragged all of them into the front room, but the old doctor did not lose his hold on the tooth. The last remaining glass in the bookcase was smashed and the lower sash of the front window caved in.
"Throw him, Brad!"
The tooth-key slipped off and the farmer let out a yell and tried to get out of the door.
"Nail him, Brad!"
"I don't want that tooth pulled, doc."
"Yes, you do, and you had just as well make up your mind to get back in that chair."
"By Gosh, you had better get a mule to kick it out!"
Brad and Shawn got him in the chair again and the doctor tried for another hold on the tooth. The back of the chair gave way with a crash.
"What's that?" said the doctor.
"I think it wuz my backbone come uncoupled," said the farmer. Brad grabbed him by the left leg and the struggling group went down in a heap, but the doctor came up with a gleam of triumph on his face, and holding aloft the terrible molar. Brad was panting, over by the door.