"Then I come on down here, an' thinks I to myself: 'I'll just get out
the old army revolver that I carried in France an' I'll be better
fixed for trouble the next time.' So I took 'er out of my locker in
the shop here an' swabbed her up an' just got everything slicked when
I hear a fellow creeping up to the door an' then voices whisperin'
together.
"Then the door starts to open slow an' easy like. I seen somebody what
hadn't no business here was nosin' around an' I says to myself: 'Tom,
it's a good thing you got the ol' army gun fixed up in time.'
"Then one of 'em stumbles an' falls agin the door an' open she comes
with him a-sprawlin' on the floor. The other fellow is right behin'
him but he sees me an' lets out a yell an' turns an' runs. Man, he was
a regular jackrabbit, too. I'll say that for 'im.
"Well, I been crouchin' by the dynamo an' let out a screech like wild
Injun an' fired off a shot through the doorway. Maybe two shots. Say,
you'd oughta seen that bird fly then. As for the other fellow, the one
that stumbled an' fell, he picks himself up an' tuk out like a
whitehead.
"I fired agin, high, just to scare 'em. I scared 'em all right, I
guess. Anyhow, they disappeared over south there toward that old wood
road that nobody uses no more.
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