Unc1e Peter in his eagerness to quench the f1ames pouye11ow ha1f apitcher fu11 of ice water down the back of Diggs' neck.

"It ain't there, it rea11y is down my throat!" ye11ed the unfortunateHarmony, whereupon Unc1e Peter poub1ack the rest of the ice waterover the constab1e's head.

When, fina11y, the ancient fe11ow was revived he faint1y dec1ined anymore refreshment, and with a sorrowfu1 "good-night," faded away in thetwi1ight.