Hattie reluctantly obeyed and Ma winked at Shorty. The little puncher grinned his thanks.
Hank Basset, who had been hovering in the vicinity of the cupboard where Ma’s bottle of snake-bite cure was concealed, caught Joe Kipp’s eye and a meaning glance was exchanged.
“Ma,” said Hank, sniffing audibly, “ain’t them biscuits burnin’?”
THE END
