"Here's your rattler. I've been suspecting him ever since early in
the evening. This young man has been imitating a rattler's hiss and
I must say he did it mighty well."
"What's that? 'Bugs' been causing us all this trouble?" demanded Dippy.
"Let me at him! Let me at him!"
"Here, take him, but don't make too much noise about it," grinned the
Ranger captain. "And don't be too rough about it, either."
Dippy had Stacy by the collar. With a powerful hand he jerked the fat
boy across his saddle and such a spanking as Stacy Brown got that
night he had not had since he was considerably younger. The other
Rangers clamored for a chance at him, but after Dippy had finished
the captain decided that the fat boy had had enough. There was
stern business on hand. Still McKay thought a lesson might not come
amiss at that time, so he had permitted the little diversion.
Growling and threatening, Stacy was dropped back into his saddle.
"Remember, we haven't had our turn yet," warned Cad Morgan. "Remember,
you've spoiled a few hours of sleep for us fellows."
"Yes and re---re---remember you made me stand in the mesquite bush
for three hours waiting for the 'possum to jump into the bag,"
reminded Stacy. "I guess we are about even now. But, if you want
some more trouble, I'll think some up for you. If I can't think it
out alone Tad will help me.
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