"I've got 'im!"
"So I should judge," replied the man, smiling broadly.
At this moment the broken ranks of the Fourth Section began to arrive, badly winded but still swearing magnificently.
"What do you know about that, boys!" shouted the red-faced individual, pointing with his milk-white whip at a poster on the barn-door.
It was a relic of Sube's circus.
OnLY GenUWiNe BLooD SweATTiNg
BoHemuTH oF HoLy WRiT iN
cAPiTiVity ADmiSion 5sTc
1o MArbLeS oR 20 PiNs
"Did you capture him yourself?" asked the red-faced individual as he clambered heavily from the runabout.
"Yes, sir."
"May I see him?"
Sube's assurance fled. His bashful reply was almost inaudible. "Yes, sir," he mumbled.