The Tennessee Shad, rolled into a ball on his bed, was venting his scorn with an occasional snore.
Stover held up the lonely bottle.
"Is that all?" exclaimed the three in indignant whispers.
"All, and mighty lucky to get that," said Dink valiantly. "We were chased by the constable, terrific time, pounced on us, desperate struggle, just got away with our skins."
At this a distinct snort was heard from the direction of the Tennessee Shad's bed.
"I say, isn't it rather—rather dangerous?" said Pee-wee Norris, with his ears horribly strained.
"Suppose he goes to the Doctor?"
"We'll have to take the risk."
"I say, though, let's be quick about it."