Jim peeped cautiously out of the window.
"That's so; he isn't anywhere round, but he was out there a few minutes ago."
"So was you; but you aren't there now."
"I thought he chased me clean up to the winder."
"He didn't foller you a single step; when you struck out for the window, he stopped short and laughed ready to die to see you run."
"The tiger laughed at me!" exclaimed Jim angrily; "who ever heard of such a thing?"
"Well, he looked as though he wanted to laugh, and then trotted down the road; I seen him jump over the fence and make for the woods."
"That's where he's gone! I guess I'll go home now, while I have the chance."
"Better wait, Jim, till you're sure he isn't round."
Jim followed this sensible advice, staying to supper, to which he was always welcome.