Ginger seized the basket and effected the capture neatly, but not without a dozen or so more scratches. They fastened up the basket and resumed their journey.
THE WHITE CAT RAN SUDDENLY INTO A TABBY CAT
WITH A BROKEN EAR. THERE WAS A WHIRL OF FURY.
"GET IT NOW!" YELLED WILLIAM. "GET IT WHILE
THEY'RE FIGHTING!"
"Well, you can't say I din't do that, can you?" said Ginger, vaingloriously. "You can't say I din't do that pretty neatly! You can't say you helped much there. I bet if you'd got all these scratches there'd be some sort of a fuss!"
"Yes, and who let it loose? That's all I'm asking. Who let it loose?... Oh, come on! Let's get it home. I'm about sick of it. I'm about sick of being his cat-carrier!"
They walked along in silence for a bit.
"Seems a bit quieter, doesn't it?" said Ginger.
"Speck it knows now it's no use makin' a fuss. Speck it din't quite know before wot sort of cat-catchers we was."
"Let's have another look at it, William!"
"Oh, yes, an' go lettin' it loose all over the place again. Oh, yes, do!"