“Some one dumped it in the window,” yipped Bid Stricker.
“He’s comin’ your way, Ike,” roared blue jacket. “Grab him.”
There was a crash as another chair went down.
“You durn ol’ fool!” thundered blue jacket. “Why didn’t you hang onto him?”
“I tried to,” screeched Ike, “but he got away from me.”
“I’ll git him.”
There was another crash.
“Ouch! Jumpin’ Jupiter! He’s greased.”
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