The Policeman stopped murmuring
"Move on!" The Cow dropped clumsily on all fours and began to crop the
bushes. Even the Little Dentist put his pincers back into his pocket,
though he still looked wistfully at Ann, who avoided his eye as much
as she could. This was a very terrifying company in which the children
found themselves, and in spite of the comforting presence of the
friendly Knight-mare, they felt very doubtful of their present safety,
not to speak of what might be done to them when once they were in the
clutches of that dreadful "Boss", whom even the Bad Dreams seemed to
be afraid of.
"He has all the fun, anyway," snorted the Cow, switching her tail.
"All the choice bits of torturing. Why, I've not had so much as a
single toss since I've been on this job; no I haven't!" And she shook
her sharp curved horns at Ann.
"Not a tooth out yet!" complained the Dentist, "not a single one." He
sighed, glancing from Ann to Rudolf and from Rudolf back again to Ann,
as if he expected they might be coaxed into presenting him with a full
set each.
"'Tis himsilf does all the arristin'," muttered the Policeman sadly.
"Big-boss-chief take all good scalp," Thunder-snorer, the Indian,
grunted.
The children began to think this "Boss" must indeed be a terror.
"Now, come, come," continued the Knight-mare soothingly, "it's not so
bad as that.
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