I just got a call from the drug store that a couple of fellows have stopped there to get patched up from dog-bites.

They say a dozen stray curs set on 'em, while they were changing a tire.

The druggist thought they acted queer, contradicting each other in bits of their story.

So he's taking his time, fixing them; till I can drop in on my way to your house and give 'em the once over.

So---" "Do more than that!" decreed the Master, on quick inspiration.