evening--I promised not to."

I guess I didn't sleep very well that night, for I had dreams of
Uncle Peter chasing me with a club all over a theatre and making me
hop every seat in the orchestra, while Ma'moiselle Dodo sat perched
on the balcony rail and screamed, "You betcher sweet!"




CHAPTER VII.

JOHN HENRY GETS A SURPRISE.

The following day Bunch and I attended to the shipping of all the
scenery and props and trick stuff, and we were two busy lads,
believe me.

On Wednesday we tried all day to locate Skinski, but he avoided
punishment until about four o'clock in the afternoon, when we
finally flagged him and began to ask him questions.

"I've been busy since Monday," he explained; "brokers and bankers
and lawyers, and there are doings. Say! you're two of the dead
gamest sports I ever bumped into, and no matter what happens I'm
for you for keeps!"

"What's the reason for the crab talk?" I asked sharply. "Are you
going to give us the sorry hand and bow yourself out after we have
put up every mazooboe we possess? What kind of a sour face are you