I’ll smash up all the furniture,
And all the dishes, too,
Upset the stove when I go in,
Is the first t’ing I will do.”
The reasons for these acts of domestic vandalism were not inquired into by Murphy or McGonagle; each had his finger upon a name and they were looking at each other with something like dismay.
“Tim Daily,” Larry straightened up and fairly glared.
“And Levitsky,” moaned Goose. “Elected by our people, too! Oh, I kin see our finish, right here.”
“Hully Gee!” murmured McCarty, “is them people been worked in? Then they’re got the bulge.”
There ensued a silence as sulphurous as any profanity ever conceived by mortal man. Then McGonagle spoke. “Well,” demanded he, of Larry, “what next?”
“They’ve put us up against it, hard,” mourned Larry.