"Chances is, it's weaved into that red blanket the old buck is wearin'-- Haw-haw-haw!" "Laff, dang ye, laff!" Applehead cried furiously.

"But do your laffing where I can't hear ye, fer I'm tellin' ye right now I've had enough of yore dang foolishness.

And the next feller that makes a crack is goin' to wisht he hadn't now I'm tellin' ye!" This was not so much an ultimatum as a declaration of war--and the Happy Family suddenly found themselves all out of the notion of laughing at anything at all..