"Where's Frank?"
"Gone to get Uncle Balla."
"Did you see that other fellow?"
"Yes."
"I wish you'd shot him. He brought me here and played a joke on me. He told me this was a house I could sleep in, and shut me up in here,—and blest if I don't b'lieve it's nothin' but a hen-house. Let me out here a minute," he continued, after a pause, cajolingly.
"No, I won't," said Willy firmly, getting his gun ready.
There was a pause, and then from the depths of the hen-house issued the most awful groan:
"Umm! Ummm!! Ummmm!!!"
Willy was frightened.
"Umm! Umm!" was repeated.