When Bud returned for his supper Ed had evidently just awakened and was lying on his back biting his lip while he eyed the wire that ran from his feet to the parting of a pair of calico curtains.

He did not see Bud, who was watching him through a crack in the door at the head of the bed.

Ed was plainly puzzled at the wire and a bit resentful.

He lifted his feet until the wire was well slackened, held them poised for a minute and deliberately brought them down hard on the floor.
The result was all that he could possibly have expected.

Somewhere was a vicious clang, the rattle of a tin pan and the approaching outcry of a woman.