Yowler jumped down into the yard and came over and seated himself beside Jazbury. Fluffy drew away. The newcomer was very dirty.
"You gwan home, kit," said Yowler to Fluffy. "Me and Jaz want to talk."
"I shan't go home unless I want to," answered Fluffy, bristling up. "I don't have to go; do I, Jazbury?"
"No. If you have anything to say, Yowler, say it."
"I'm afraid this kit'll tell."
"Oh, go ahead!" cried Jazbury impatiently. "He won't tell; will you, Fluffy?"
"Of course not."
"Well--" Yowler paused and looked carefully round to see that no one was listening. "I'm going to run away."
Jazbury started violently. "Run away!" How strange for Yowler to say that. It was exactly the thing he had been thinking about.
"Yeh! Run away. I'm tired of sticking around in the baker's shop and catching his mice for him. Let him catch his own mice if he wants 'em. I'm tired of it, I tell you."