It was made without a pause, and in half an hour the cats descended and marched back to Dog Corners, which was now indeed a deserted village.
It did not take long for the strong claws of the army to tear down every building in the place. In a short time Dog Corners was no more, and only a pile of ruins showed where once it had stood.
Upon this pile of ruins the triumphant army sat to eat the lunch which the forsaken larders of the dogs amply supplied.
Then they sat for a time resting, washing their faces and cleaning their whiskers, softly rubbing their ears with the velvet paws which, but a short time before, the dogs had found so little like velvet.
“They sat for a time resting.”
At last Wutz-Butz gave the order to march home. The army formed once more in order, and returned to Purrington. They entered the town just at sunset, and as they drew near to it, those left within its walls knew that they were coming victorious, for they were marching to the tune of “Marching Through Georgia,” to which they sung the following words:
“Here we come victorious,
Our battle fought and won;
We made a Pounce most glorious—