Don't make a fool of yourself," cried Heise, clinging to the dentist.

"That's enough now.

LISTEN to me, will you ?" "Oh, Mac, Mac," cried Trina, running to her husband.

"Mac, dear, listen; it's me, it's Trina, look at me, you----" "Get hold of his other arm, will you, Ryer ?" panted Heise.

"Quick!" "Mac, Mac," cried Trina, her arms about his neck.
"For God's sake, hold up, Doc, will you ?" shouted the harness-maker.
"You don't want to kill him, do you ?" Mrs.Ryer and Heise's lame wife were filling the air with their outcries.