Presently Grumpy Weasel stuck his head through a crack between two boards.
"Did you catch the robbers?" he called to Fatty Coon.
"They were too spry for me," Fatty told him. He wouldn't have stopped one anyhow, for Grumpy Weasel.
"Which way did they go, old Slow Poke?" Grumpy cried as he jumped down in great haste.
"Everywhere!" Fatty told him.
"Can't you be a little more exact? You don't think—do you?—that I can run more than one way at a time?"
"Why don't you run round and round in a circle?" Fatty suggested. "In that way you might catch at least half those youngsters—and perhaps all of them."
"That's the first real idea you ever had in your life!" Grumpy exclaimed—which was as near to thanking a person as he was ever known to come.