young imp, quit that, before I spank you! Quick,
now--we've had about enough outa you! You lay
down there, Cash, and quit your croaking. You'll
croak right, if you don't keep covered up. Hey,
Boy! My jumpin' yellow-jackets, you'd drown a
Klakon till you couldn't hear it ten feet! Cash, you
old fool, you shut up, I tell yuh, or I'll come over
there and shut you up! I'll tell the world -- Boy!
Good glory! shut up-p!"

Cash was a sick man, but he had not lost all his
resourcefulness. He had stopped Lovin Child once,
and thereby he had learned a little of the infantile
mind. He had a coyote skin on the foot of his bed,
and he raised himself up and reached for it as one
reaches for a fire extinguisher. Like a fire extin-
guisher he aimed it, straight in the middle of the
uproar.

Lovin Child, thumping head and heels regularly on
the floor and punctuating the thumps with screeches,
was extinguished -- suddenly, completely silenced by
the muffling fur that fell from the sky, so far as he
knew. The skin covered him completely. Not a
sound came from under it. The stillness was so

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