took place. There's no need of you comin' along with us, because when we meet up with them boloneys it will be no place for a lady!"
"Oh!" she says, kind of frightened. "What are you going to do with that horrible looking revolver?"
"They tell me these woods is full of lions and tigers," I grins. "And I want to be able to cope with 'em."
Well, me and Ptomaine dashed madly out to the spot in the woods where Eva told us Kid Roberts had turned into Kid Napped. Outside of the chirpin' of some irresponsible birds and the swishin' of the wind in the trees, you couldn't hear a sound and I don't care how big your ears are. I took out my gun, seen it was ready to co-operate with me, and Ptomaine reached up and pulled off a limb of a handy tree for aclub. We're all set to ruin them college guys, when—Gazunk! A couple of 200-pound huskies dives at my legs from behind and two more treats Ptomaine to a football tackle too! My cannon and Ptomaine's shillalah is wrenched from our hands by more reinforcements which comes up on the run, and the next thing we know that entire football team is usin' us as divans.
What a fine couple of rescuers we turned out to be!"
After sittin' on us to their hearts' content and payin' exactly no attention to my frantic squawks and Ptomaine's cruel and unusual oaths, the genial university inmates bind our arms behind us and orders us to march on ahead of 'em. Havin' little or no
