you I'm scared right down to me gizzard!' says he.
"So I take the drunk by the arm," went on Shevlin, "thinkin', poor lad, what this bootleg booze'll make
you see, but still puzzled about how he got them holes in his legs. We come out to the Drive. The drunk is
still a-shakin' an' I'm a-waitin' to hail a taxi, when all of a sudden he lets out a squeal. 'There it goes!
Look, there it goes!'
"I follow his finger, an' sure enough I see somethin' scuttlin' over the sidewalk an' out on the Drive. The
light's none too good, an' I think it's a cat or maybe a dog. Then I see there's a little coupe drawn up
opposite at the curb. The cat or dog, whatever it is, seems to be makin' fer it. The drunk's still yellin' an'
I'm tryin' to see what it is, when down the Drive hell-fer-leather comes a big car. It hits this thing
kersmack an' never stops. He's out of sight before I can raise me whistle. I think I see the thing wriggle