"I know who 'tis, Jodie! It's Ward!"
"Great Jehoshaphat and gully dirt! Let's get him! Come on,
y'all! Let's get him down to my store and hold him there till we
can send for the sheriff!"
Doctor Elton caught Papa's elbow. "Wait a minute, Jodie!
Let's sorta stroll out slow-so we don't start a commotion. Let's
make out like we're all dying to look at the automobile. Then,
the minute he steps to the ground, grab him!"
"Yeah, we'll do it that way," Papa agreed.
Doctor Elton, moving along right behind Papa, began chewing
his cigar faster than ever. "If we can ever plow our way through
this jam of folks, we'll-God!
Too late! Here he comes busting in the church! He's got a
gun, Jodie!"
The front door had swung open, and there stood Mister
Ward-waving a pistol above his head!
"Merr-rr-r Chris- Chris'mus! Merr-rr-r Chris'mus,
ever'-body!"
Papa, the doctor, and Uncle Dan rushed on toward him, while
everybody standing in the front of the church just sort of melted
back against the walls-tramping one another's feet as they
scrambled out of the way.
Pages:
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226