“I will thupport you, Pettingill.”
“Well,” said I, “after personal observation, I will say this much: If
he isn’t crazy to begin with, and doesn’t go crazy—he is a superman.”
“Reckon the sheep are to blame?” asked Adams.
“Of courth,” lisped Middleton, caressing his back, “the theep are
primarily rethponthible, but I’d thay that the greater evil cometh
from general wear and tear.”
“Which goes to show that personal experience is better than hearsay,”
agreed Magpie.
“Ordinarily,” I agreed, “but from now on I will be more than willing
to take unsupported word for things I know nothing about. How about
you, Professor Middleton?”
Middleton picked up his rope and spat through his vacant teeth.
“Oh, ——! Leth go, Pettingill. You thaid a mouthful.”
[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the March 3, 1920 issue of
Adventure magazine.]