“Cover zees, den, py Gar!”
Billy gasped and grasped Jud around the neck where he clung, with his Dutch smile frozen on his lips. Jud, with collapsed under jaw, looked sheepishly around. Bonaparte tried to stand, but he, too, sat down in a heap.
The crowd cheered the Italian.
“We will do it, suh,” said Jud, who was the first to recover, and who knew he would get his part of it from Billy.
“Ve vill cover eet,” said Billy, with ashen face.
“We will!” barked Bonaparte, recovering his equilibrium and snarling at the monkey.
There was a sob and a wail on the outskirts of the crowd.
“Oh, don't let him kill the monkey—oh, don't!”
It was Ozzie B.
Archie B. ran hastily around to him, made a cross mark in the road with his toe and spat in it.