"What's the matter, Rad?" asked the young inventor.
"Oh, nuffin—jest natcherly nuffin, Massa Tom."
But Eradicate spoke evasively and in a manner that roused Tom's suspicions.
"Boomerang, your mule, didn't kick you; did he?"
"No, sah, Massa Tom, no sah. 'Twern't nuffin laik dat."
"But what was it? Your hand is hurt!"
"Well, Massa Tom, I s'pose I done bettah tell yo' all. I'se had a shock!"
"A shock?"
"Yas, sah. A shock. A lickrish shock."
"Oh, you mean an electrical shock. That's too bad. I suppose you must have touched a live wire."
"No, sah. 'Twern't dat way."
"How was it, then?"
"Well, yo' see, Massa Tom, I were playin' a joke on Koku."
"Oh, you were; eh? Then I suppose Koku shocked you," laughed Tom.
"No, sah. I—I'll tell you. Dat giant man he were in de telefoam boof in de pattern shop—you know—de one where yo' all been tryin' to make pishures."
