A bellow ripped from between Pomp’s thick, blubbery lips.
“Fo’ de Lawd’s sake, stop dat!” he yelled, frenetically.
“Yer will ploog me wid yer fut, hey?” roared Barney.
Then he soaked the coon again.
Whack!
Crack!
Biff!
Boom!
Pomp squirmed, roared, and suddenly grabbed his tormentor.
“Unfasten me dar!” he howled, as he pinched the Irishman. “If yo’ doan done it I’se gwine ter chaw yer, honey!”