“Dey’s long enough.”
“It’s paralyzed they are. I’m dyin’ from me toes upards.”
“Why doan’ yer git up?”
“I can’t. All power have left me intoirely.”
“I’se gwine ter see ‘bout dat,” said Pomp.
“Howld yer gob!” roared Barney, angrily. “Is it laughin’ yez are at a dead man? Be heavens, I’ll bate yez black an’ blue!”
And he gave Pomp a thump in the neck that made him see stars.
“Glory to de lamb!” roared the coon. “Wha’ fo’ yo’ soak me dat way, yo’ ole scallawag—h’m?”
And so saying he rushed up at Barney, grabbed him by the nose with a vise-like grip, and gave that organ such a twist that Barney roared and clinched him.
For a few moments they struggled, but as Barney could not move his feet, the coon had the best of it.