"If you will stay here until we find a key that will fit, Mr. Crow, you will see with your own eyes what will make them pop out of your head."
"Mort, you keep away from that box, I say!" commanded Anderson, now sure of his ground. "Do you want to get bit?"
"Oh, dear me, they won"t bite you!" cried the young lady. "I promise you they are most amiable. I have been handling them for several weeks and--"
Her husband interrupted her. He revealed symptoms of increasing annoyance.
"See here, let"s get busy and open this thing. They"ve got to be fed, you know,--and it"s all d.a.m.ned poppyc.o.c.k discussing the matter any longer."
Marshal Crow held up his hand as if stopping traffic in Main Street.
"You are in the presence of the law, Mr. Wolf," he began. The young woman giggled. He glared at her.
"My name is Fox," said the young man, curtly.
"That don"t make any difference," retorted the Marshal. "Mine"s Crow, and I represent the law. You--"
"How delicious!" said Mrs. Fox. "So like that cunning poem of Guy Wetmore Carryl"s. You know it, of course, Mr. Crow?"
She declaimed:
""I blush to add that when the bird Took in the situation He said one brief, emphatic word, Unfit for publication.
The fox was greatly startled, but He only sighed and answered "tut"""
"Don"t be silly, Bess," said her husband. "This is no time to recite poetry."
"I don"t see any sense in it, anyhow," said Marshal Crow.
Mr. Fryback emerged from behind the cutlery counter, whither he had repaired in some haste when it became evident that Mrs. Fox was likely to remain for some time. He was wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and what very recently might have been mistaken for a prodigious swelling in his cheek had strangely subsided.
"Why shouldn"t I fit a key to that lock, Andy?" he demanded, rather hotly. "What right have you got to interfere with my business?"
The Marshal"s lips parted to utter a sharp retort, but the words failed to issue. Young Mrs. Fox suddenly stooped over and peered intently at several heretofore unnoticed holes at one end of the black box. These holes, about an inch in diameter, formed a horizontal row. Much to Mr.
Crow"s alarm, the young lady pulled off her glove and stuck a finger into one of the little apertures and apparently wriggled it without fear or trepidation. Almost instantly there was an ominous rustling inside the box. Withdrawing her finger, she called out:
"Please look!"
The invitation was unnecessary. Mr. Crow was looking for all he was worth.
"Good gracious, ma"am!" he gasped. "Don"t stir "em up like that. Next thing they"ll crawl out of them holes and--"
"Why, you poor old goose!" she said, but not disrespectfully. "They"re much too large to crawl through these holes. I wish I could catch hold of one of their tails and--Look!" She held her finger close to the hole and a long, thin black tongue darted through and began to writhe about in a most malevolent manner.
"For gosh sake!" exclaimed the Marshal, retreating a couple of steps.
This sudden action on his part brought a venomous oath from Mr. Fryback, and an instant apology as well.
"You"d cuss, too," explained the blasphemer to the lady, "if a clumsy elephant, stepped on the only good foot you"ve got."
"If you think I"m the one that claims to be an elephant--" began Anderson.
"Cootchy, cootchy, cootchy," cooed the lady, addressing the row of holes. Whereupon the rustling in the interior of the devilish box increased to a turmoil. The two citizens of Tinkletown stared wide-eyed at the three little circles, and their eyes grew wider as they saw that one of them was now completely stopped up by a dark, ugly object that bore resemblance to nothing they had ever seen before--a wet, shiny thing that was alive and quivering.
The unnatural Mrs. Fox promptly poked her finger through the hole and rubbed the snout of what must have been a full-sized boa-constrictor.
Instantly to their horror, the black obstruction, went through a process of splitting, and several deadly fangs were revealed. Once more the wriggling black tongue darted out to caress the lady"s unprotected finger.
"Oh, you darling!" cried the lady. "Please, Mr. Locksmith, see if you can"t find a key that will fit the lock."
Marshal Crow dragged his friend toward the door.
"Did you see it?" he whispered hoa.r.s.ely.
Before Mort could answer, the door flew open and in rushed Mrs. Bloomer, bareheaded and in a great state of agitation.
"For heaven"s sake, Anderson, hurry up and come with me," she cried.
"Bring a pistol--and, Mort, you get a couple of axes and a pitchfork or two. My G.o.d, something awful is loose in one of them rooms upstairs!
The most terrible racket is going on in there. I--Oh, there you are!"
She caught sight of her lodgers. "Arrest them, Anderson! Lock them up at once. They"re dangerous people. They oughtn"t to be running at large.
Oh, that awful thing! It sounds like it was twenty feet long, and it"s thrashing all over the room. Oh, my G.o.d! What a scare I"ve had! Oh, you needn"t look at me innocent like that, you two. You"re in for it, or my name ain"t Jennie Bloomer. Call a posse, Anderson, and surround the hotel. Thank Heaven, the door of that room is locked, but goodness knows how soon it will be crawlin" through the transom."
At that instant she discovered that her skirt was almost touching the big black box on the floor. Emitting a sharp squeal, she gave an elephantine leap to the shelter of Anderson"s arms, almost bowling him over.
"G.o.d knows what she"s got in that valise," she whimpered.
Mr. Fox put on an exceedingly bold front. Realizing that he was cornered, he adopted a lightly boastful air.
"What we"ve got in this valise, as you call it, madam, is worth more than your whole blamed hotel."
"Keep away from that valise," warned Anderson Crow, addressing Mr. Fox.
"Give me time to think. Somethin"s got to be done, and right away. I can"t take any chances of these terrible things gettin" loose an"
drivin" our citizens out of town."
"The first thing you got to do, Anderson Crow," shouted Mrs. Bloomer, "is to capture the reptile that"s loose in my hotel. That"s what you got to do." She turned upon the pretty Mrs. Fox. "Snake charmer! That"s a nice business for a woman to be in. Don"t come near me."
"I am not thinking of coming near you, you old rip!" said Mrs. Fox, losing her temper in a very womanly fashion.
"None o" that, now--none o" that," warned the town marshal. "Keep a civil tongue in your head, young woman."
"Why, you long-whiskered old--" began the lady, but her husband spared the Marshal a whirlwind of revelations by taking her arm and leading her to the rear of the store, where for some minutes they were in close and earnest conference.
"The thing to do," said Mort Fryback, "is to take this box down to the crick an" drop it in, all locked and everything. That will put an end to the cussed things, better"n any other way I know."
A furious commotion took place inside the box, preventing further discussion on the part of the retreating observers. It was as if a dozen huge and powerful serpents were exerting every effort to escape.
The voice of Mrs. Fox, clear as a bell, a.s.sailed them from behind.
"They"re hungry, poor things," she cried. "Perfectly ravenous."
"That settles it," said Marshal Crow. "We"ve got to git rid of "em if we have to set fire to your store, Mort. They"re terrible when they haven"t been fed fer a long time. Swaller pigs an" sheep--_and_ children whole, they say."