Then a steady stream flew all over his face.
He gave a sudden start, the snoring ceased, and he sat up very much confused from being awakened so violently.
The cold water continued to squirt on him, and he gave a wild yell.
“Murdher! I’m dhrowndin’!” he howled.
Then he bounced out of bed.
Fizz—swish—flipp! continued the stream.
Barney only wore a red flannel undershirt, and as the cold liquid flew about his limbs he jumped up in the air, his teeth chattering, his hair on end, and roar after roar pealing from his lips.
“Begorra! I’m a dead man!” he roared, as he rushed, danced, hopped and galloped around the room, followed by the cold stream and the laughter of the mischievous coon. “Howly beans! ther roofs leakin’! Ther poipes bushted! Ther house is afoire! Help! Help!”
“Yah! yah! yah!” howled the delighted darky. “Haw, haw, haw! Lord amassy, looker de jumpin’-jack!”
And s-s-s-s-sphf! Piff-piff-piff! went the water again.