codger's not telling the truth. And the people are fools to believe
him."

But all this time Dr. Pipp was handing out the bottles with one hand,
and collecting the fifty-cent pieces with the other, and the Red
Indian was singing his funny song,--

"Ging goo, ging goo,
Hunk-a-tin, hunk-a-tin, hunk-a-tin,
Geegry goo, geegry goo,
All-a-man lissen!"

And the light nickered on the funny pictures of the skeleton and the
man with his skin off, and then on Dr. Philemon Pipp with his long
black hair and tall silk hat, and on the feathers of the Red Indian,
as he danced up and down singing that funny song.

At last something stranger still happened.

The Toyman had just muttered to himself,--

"They're fools, they are, but I guess I ought to stop him."

And just as he said this, Dr. Philemon saw him in the crowd. The
Doctor must have felt hurt because the Toyman hadn't bought any of his
bottles, for he pointed a finger with a great long nail right at the
Toyman and said:

"Yuh sah, aren't yuh willin' to be cuhed?"