“In my pocket till I go home. Look here: I’ll put my finger on his tail and hold him while you lift my cap; then I can catch him with my other hand.”
“Mind he don’t bite.”
“Go along! He can’t bite to hurt. Ready?”
“Yes,” said Vince, stretching out his hand. “Better let him go.”
“Yes, because you don’t want him. I do. Now, no games.”
“All right.”
“Up with the cap, then.”
Vince lifted the cap, and burst out laughing, for it was like some conjuring trick—the lizard was gone.
“Why, you never caught it!” he said.
“Yes, I did: you saw its tail. I’ve got it under my hand now.”