“Mr. Smith has the willyjiggs, too,” answered Emma.
Woo chattered and caressed his head.
“Me savvy somebody pull queue. Me savvy head almost come off. Ouch!”
“Just a moment. Just a moment,” begged Grace. “You say someone pulled your queue?”
“Les.”
“This demands further investigation,” spoke up Hippy. “The question now before this tribunal is, who pulled the Chinaman’s queue. Emma Dean, did you pull Honorable Smith’s queue?”
“I did not,” retorted, Emma indignantly.
“All right, all right; don’t get all heated up about it. I take it that none of the other ladies tried to scalp our guide. How about you, Stacy?”
Stacy declared that he didn’t know anything about it, and cared less, and Tom Gray said the idea that he had done such a thing was preposterous.
“We will leave it to Smith,” announced Hippy. “Woo, did Mr. Brown try to pull your halter off?”