He run right under Nate's feet and down went Nate sprawlin' and both barrels of the shotgun bust loose like a couple of cannon.
"Galileo took for tall timber, whoopin' anthems.

Up them front stairs went Augustus, screechin' shrill, like a woman; he was SURE Nate meant to murder him now.

And after him his uncle went on all fours, swearin' tremendous.
"Then 'twas through one bedroom after another, and each one more crowded with noisy, smashable things than that previous.

Nate said he could remember the professor roarin' 'Fire!' and 'Help!' as the two of 'em bumped into his bed, but they didn't stop--they was too busy.

The whole length of the house upstairs they traveled, then through the ell, then the woodshed loft, and finally out into the upper story of the barn.