"You'll see what's got into me, purty derned quick," said Anderson, and pointed his long, trembling forefinger at the amazed Mr. Schultz, who had dropped his hat and was stooping over to retrieve it without taking his eyes from the menacing face of the speaker. It had rolled in the direction of Mr. Alf Reesling. That gentleman obligingly stopped it with his foot. After removing his foot, he undertook to return the hat without stooping at all, the result being that it sped past Otto and landed in the middle of the street some twenty feet away. "So you think you c'n git married without my consent, do you?" demanded Anderson, witheringly. "You think you c'n sneak around behind my back an'--" "I ain'd sneakin' aroundt behind anybody's back," broke in Otto, straightening up. "I don't know what you are talking aboud, Mr. Crow,--and needer do you," he added gratuitously. "What for do I haf to get your consent to get married for? I get myself's consent and my girl's consent and my fadder's consent--Say!" His voice rose. "Don't you think I am of age yet?" "If you talk loud like that, I'll run you in fer disturbin' the peace, young feller," warned Anderson, observing that a few of Tinkletown's citizens were slowly but surely surrendering squatter's rights to chairs and soap-boxes on the shady side of the block. "Just you keep a civil tongue in--" "You ain'd answered my question yet," insisted Otto, with increased vigour. "Here's your hat, Otto," said Alf Reesling in a conciliatory voice. He was brushing the article with the sleeve of his coat. "A horse must'a' stepped on it or somethin'. I never see--" "Ain'd I of age, Mr. Crow?" bellowed Otto. "Didn't I vote for you at the last--" "That ain't the question," interrupted Anderson sharply. "The question is, is the girl of age?" He favoured his sixteen-year-old daughter with a fiery glance. Otto Schultz's broad, flat face became strangely pinched. There was something positively apoplectic in the hue that spread over it. "Oh, Pop!" shrieked Susie, a peal of laughter bursting from her lips. Instantly, however, her two hands were pressed to her mouth, stifling the outburst. Otto gave her a hurt, surprised--and unmistakably horrified--look. Then a silly grin struggled into existence. "Maybe she don'd tell the truth aboud her age yet, Mr. Crow," he said huskily. "Women always lie aboud their ages. Maybe she lie aboud hers." Anderson flared. "Don't you dare say my daughter lies about her age--or anything else," he roared. "Whose daughter?" gasped Otto. "Mine!" "But she ain'd your daughter." "_What!_ Well, of all the--" Words failed Mr. Crow. He looked helplessly, appealingly at Alf Reesling, as if for support. [Illustration: _Words failed Mr. Crow_] Mr. Reesling rose to the occasion. "Do you mean to insinuate, Otto Schultz, that--" he began as he started to remove his coat. By this time Susie felt it was safe to trust herself to speech. She removed her hands from her mouth and cried out: