The results were not exactly what he had anticipated.
CHAPTER VIII. MR. FOGSON IS ASTONISHED.
The sleeper had already slept off pretty nearly all the effects of his potations, and the sudden cold bath restored him wholly to himself. But it also aroused in him a feeling of anger, justifiable under the circumstances, and, not belonging to the Peace Society, he was moved to punish the person to whom he was indebted for his unpleasant experience.
With a smothered imprecation he sprang from the bed and seized the astonished Fogson by the throat, while he shook him violently.
"You—you—scoundrel!" he ejaculated. "I'll teach you to play such a scurvy trick on a gentleman."
Mr. Fogson screamed in fright. He did not catch his late victim's words, and was still under the impression that it was Jed who had tackled him.
Meanwhile the intruder was flinging him about and bumping him against the floor so forcibly that Mrs. Fogson's attention was attracted. Indeed, she was at the foot of the stairs, desiring to enjoy Jed's dismay when drenched with the contents of the tin dipper.