So over they came pell-mell, and just as they came, Catty set up the skeleton in the sand, so it would stand without being held, where they could see it.
“Come on,” says he, and he grabbed my arm. He didn’t drag me away, but toward the wire.
“Hey,” I whispered, “you’re going the wrong way.”
“Shut up,” says he, “and come on.”
So I came.
The bunch of men were making a rush for the skeleton, and it was easy to dodge them. In a minute we touched the wire, and I heard Catty snip, and snip, and snip. “There,” says he. “We’ve cut their entanglement. Get a move on you.”
We went through the gap and into the camp, and there we were. Just what good it was going to do, I couldn’t see, and I don’t know as I see yet. But it was exciting, and maybe that’s what Catty was after. He loved excitement.
“They’ve captured the ghost,” says he, and I could hear him chuckle. “Hope they enjoy it.”
While we talked I could hear his snippers going as he moved down the fence and cut it in about a dozen places. “That’ll teach them to stick up wire where they’ve no right to put it.”
“What do we do next?”