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to-night, Mrs. Kohler," he said. I 'm on a confinement case, and I can't be here, but there ought to be somebody. He may get violent."
Mrs. Kohler insisted that she could always do anything with Wunsch, but the doctor shook his head and Spanish Johnny grinned. He said he would stay. The doctor laughed at him. "Ten fellows like you could n't hold him, Spanish, if he got obstreperous; an Irishman would have his hands full. Guess I 'd better put the soft pedal on him." He pulled out his hypodermic.
Spanish Johnny stayed, however, and the Kohlers went to bed. At about two o'clock in the morning Wunsch rose from his ignominious cot. Johnny, who was dozing on the lounge, awoke to find the German standing in the middle of the room in his undershirt and drawers, his arms bare, his heavy body seeming twice its natural girth. His face was snarling and savage, and his eyes were crazy. He had risen to avenge himself, to wipe out his shame, to destroy his enemy. One look was enough for Johnny. Wunsch raised a chair threateningly, and Johnny, with the lightness of a picador, darted under the missile and out of the open window. He shot across the gully to get help, meanwhile leaving the Kohlers to their fate.
Fritz, upstairs, heard the chair crash upon the stove. Then he heard doors opening and shutting, and some one stumbling about in the shrubbery of the garden. He and Paulina sat up in bed and held a consultation. Fritz slipped from under the covers, and going cautiously over to the window, poked out his head. Then he rushed to the door and bolted it.
"Mein Gott, Paulina," he gasped, "he has the axe, he will kill us!"
"The dresser," cried Mrs. Kohler; "push the dresser before the door. Ach, if you had your rabbit gun, now!"
"It is in the barn," said Fritz sadly. "It would do no good; he would not be afraid of anything now. Stay you in
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