Crawl into a hole for him? Oh, yes! We’d even pull the hole in after us, if he said so. Like so much mud!
Knowing his stuff, the new doctor soon found out the truth about old Ivory Dome’s hives, and, in consequence, down came the quarantine sign. It was fatty, of course, who yanked the sign down. But he met with a snag when he tried to call the sheriff back. For the country officer wasn’t at home.
“Just the same,” the fat hunk blustered around, as mean as mud, “you’ve got to git out of here—every last one of you.”
Poppy had stood about enough.
“And suppose we don’t get out,” says he, kind of screwing his eyes down to little black spots, “are you going to put us out?”
Fatty saw that he was heading into trouble.
“My father will,” he blustered.
“With a posse, huh?”
“It won’t take much to put you out,” was slung across the room, as the fat one’s temper got away from him.
“No?” purred Poppy. “Would you like to try it ... yourself?”