The talking went on. The kittens could hear the voices, one soft and gentle, the other quick and decided.
"Let's get down among the weeds, Fluffy," whispered Jazbury. "Then we can creep away."
The kittens ran, crouching, down into a dry gutter beside the road. There they were almost hidden by the dusty weeds.
"Oh, Sarah! They're running away!" cried the soft-voiced lady.
"I'll catch them!" said the other. She hastily clambered down from the buggy, and ran over to the side of the road and parted the weeds. When the kittens looked up they could see her big face above them looking down at them. Then her hands came down through the weeds, and caught them by the napes of their necks. One hand caught Jazbury and the other hand caught Fluffy. The hands lifted them out of the weeds and up into the air.
The kittens were very much frightened. Fluffy hung quietly, with his legs and tail curled up, and his head on one side, but Jazbury fought and struggled, and tried to scratch the hand that held him.
"Did you ever see such a little wildcat?" the lady called to her friend, as she carried the kittens back to the buggy.
"Here! Let's put them in a bag!" cried the other lady.
She dived down under the seat of the buggy and got out a big brown bag, and held it out with the mouth open ready for the kittens to be dropped into it.
A moment later and Fluffy and Jazbury found themselves in the bag, with the mouth of it tied tight, so that they could not possibly get out. The bag, with them in it, was laid in the back part of the buggy, and then the rumbling and thudding began again as the buggy drove on. The kittens were jolted and shaken about.