This drumstick, as our readers well know, is made of heavy
leather--that is the beating end is--and is hard. To add to the
distress of the victim, Teddy was in his pink pajamas and they
were thin.
Whack!
The stick came down with more force than seemed necessary.
"Ouch! Stop it! I'll pay you back for keeps for that!"
Whack!
"Oh, Phil!" Teddy was making desperate efforts to squirm away
now, but his position was such that he was unable to bring his
full strength to bear on the task.
The stick was raised for another blow, but there came an
interruption that took all thought of continuing the punishment
out of the mind of the angry drummer.
"Stop it! I don't want to be a drum!" howled the boy.
Splash!
A pitcher of water was emptied over the drummer's head, a large
part of the water running down and soaking Teddy to the skin,
causing that young gentleman to howl lustily.
It gave the boy the opportunity he was looking for, however.
With a quick twist he wrenched himself free from the grasp of the
drummer, dropped on all fours and was up and away, a pink streak
along the port side of the "Fat Marie.
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