“Ver’ seely pippil,” added Thunder. “He theenk feesh leeve on rock.”
“Fossil fish,” explained Henry.
“Sure—weeth a peek—not weeth a hooks,” said Lightning.
“I think it is about time to surrender,” sighed Judge.
They were in bed that night, when Oscar Johnson came out there, knocking so hard on the front door that the whole house shook. Frijole opened the door, and said Oscar, “Val, hallo dere, Freeholey. Ay yust come out.”
“That’s what I thought, when I heard yuh knock. What’s wrong? Have the Norwegians taken Tonto City?”
“Norvegians! Ay can lick any Norvegian Ay ever—oh, hallo, Hanry!”
Henry had stepped from his room, clad only in his full-length underwear, which had been made full-length for a full-length man. Henry was one succession of wrinkles.
“What is wrong, Oscar?” he asked.