"They got me," he moaned. "Stop car. I got to...."
Puffy took his eyes from the road. A sharp oath escaped his lips. The brakes squealed as he felt sharp teeth settle deeply into his wrist. Howling with pain he twisted the coupe to the curb.
The fox released its grip and leaped gracefully over the door into the street. It was gone, weaving swiftly like a small dog through the straggling crowd. It went out of sight quickly into a nearby alley.
"Holy Ned!" Puffy held a bleeding wrist in his good hand. "I'm getting this way from being with you."
Jim Drake's lips quivered strangely and he turned pale.
"I wanna' go home. Don't wanna' see anyone. No one, understand?"
Puffy nodded, but Drake persisted brokenly.
"Fox woman, that's what she is. Darned old fox woman wouldn't play fair...!" His lips murmured off into something Puffy couldn't understand.
