“Shut up!” scowled Red.
Here the girl forgot about the engine in a sudden interest in our show stuff.
“You have a regular theater, haven’t you? What kind of a show is it?”
“Magic.”
“Who is the magician?”
“Me. This fellow,” the boaster further informed, pulling me forward, “is the ‘Living Head.’ Ham-and-gravy over there,” he added, pointing to Peg, “is my chief stage assistant. Little fuss-budget here sells tickets and takes in the mon.”
“I’ll ‘fuss-budget’ you with a monkey wrench,” screamed Red, “if you don’t dry up.” [[81]]
The girl pretended fright.
“Does he eat people alive?” she inquired of Scoop.
“Not as a general rule,” the leader returned seriously. “As a matter of fact, after you once get acquainted with him, if you can stand his freckles and red hair, he’s a pretty likeable sort of a kid.… Do you live here?”