I turned back to the dame.
The phone rang again.
"HELLO!" I barked.
It was the same voice. "Well, now I'm just screwing with you."
I slammed the phone down on the receiver, pulled out my snub-nose .38, and shot it. Twice.
Onward Fisher, Onward Fisher, block right through that line.
Block the ball clear down the field, a touchdown sure this time.
Onward Fisher, Onward Fisher, fight on for her fame.
Fight, fellows, fight, fight, fight, we'll win this game.