Then he turns to me and says--

“You will be my assistant.”

“Yeah?” says I. “What do I do?”

He places Magpie and Lord Washburn on one side and on the other he puts

Bettina, mum-maw and Tip. In the middle is them two spitting cougars,

and setting on the edge of the loft is Mighty Jones.

Aloysius peeks at them through the camera and then loads the thing. He

takes the dingus and pours it full of some kind of powder and hands it

to me.

“Hold that over your head,” says he. “Put your finger into that ring and

when I requests it of you, pull down on it.”

I follers directions. Aloysius tells everybody to stand perfectly still,

and then says--

“Pull!”

* * * * *

I pulled. Yeah, I pulled. Ike Harper seems to have been created to

foller directions. Looking back at it, I comes to the conclusion that

if I’d ’a’ killed the professor when I first seen him, this world would

have been sweeter.

As I said before, I pulled. Comes a blinding flash of light, the yowl of

a scared cougar, the splintering crash of overweighted timbers, and, as

“Hip-Shot” Squires used to say, “---- took a recess.”

It appeared that one of them cougars came unto my bosom, and I sure

took it in. I went high, wide and handsome, and got clawed from heels

to dandruff. Something got me by the feet and something got me by the

head, and they pulled opposite directions. The feet end of me was

pointed towards the door, and whatever the power was on that end--it

won.

I remembers skidding on the seat of my pants off our door-step and down

that danged hill. I hooked my feet against a rock, and then the power on

my neck raises me upright and yanks me upside down again, and all this

time I’m locked in deadly combat with that danged cougar.

Suddenly we stops in a blaze of glory. I dodges a flock of stars and

tries to set up. Then the cougar in which I have my teeth, fingers

and spurs seems to set a precedent of natural history when it says in

a faint voice--

“Well, by ----, I hope we stay stopped!”

I unhooks from said cougar and looks into the peaceful face of Magpie

Simpkins.

“I thought you was a cougar,” says I.

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