“Please, Mistah Ghosteses, don’ make me drink no moh ob dat stuff,” he cried, beseechingly.
“Drink!” roared Barney.
“Mistah Ghosteses——”
For a moment Barney forgot his personality and said, in his rich brogue:
“Begorra, av yez don’t dhrink the whole av it I’ll break the neck av yez!”
The mask was off.
In an instant Pomp’s fears were dispelled and he understood the whole game.
“Huh!” he yelled, straightening himself up. “I ain’t afraid ob no ‘count I’ish ghosteses, no way, you kin jes’ bet! Look out dar!”
Lowering his head, Pomp made a dash for his persecutor.
Barney was not quick enough to get out of the way.