“Don’t try to climb that fence!” he warned. His tone was so earnest that, involuntarily, Zenas checked himself.
“Why not?” he demanded.
“Because if you do you are going to get hurt. I give you fair warning.”
“Shucks! ez if a kid could bother me. Come on, Zeb.”
As he called to his son, Zenas clapped his hand on the top wire. Zeb, with a contemptuous grimace at Frank, did the same.
“We’ll show yer——” Zeb was beginning, when a singular thing happened.
“OUCH! WHAT IN THE NAME OF TIME HIT US!”