"Yeh!" answered the other. "I'm going to squirt the hose on him!"
"Go ahead!" cried the other. "See what he'll do."
Jazbury was very much frightened. He began to run. He might have jumped down off the fence, but he never thought of that. He ran as fast as he could, but before he could reach the other side a torrent of cold water struck him, almost sweeping him off the fence. The boy was squirting the hose on him as he had said.
Jazbury tried to hold fast to the fence; he tried to yowl, but the rush of water filled his mouth--his eyes--his ears. Blinded and drenched, he was finally carried off the fence by it, and landed in the yard below--his own yard, luckily. There the fence protected him.
Fluffy looked on, horrified by what he saw.
Jazbury struggled to his feet, and ran toward the house, trailing water after him.
"Mew, miew!" he cried. "Oh, Momma! Momma! Come quick! Miew! Miew! Miew!"
Mother Bunch heard him crying, and burst open the screen door of the kitchen and came running to meet him.
"What is it? What is it?" she cried. "What's the matter, Jazbury?"
"Oh, I'm so wet. I'm so w-w-wet!" he shivered.