thrashed around the calaboose in a frenzy of excitement.

"Maybe you're sending out a general alarm about that human meteor
that passed me on the pike a few minutes ago?" Bunch suggested.

Diggs turned and eyed him in open-mouthed silence.

"A mutt with a pink ulster and one of those pancakes on his head
like the drivers of the gasoline carts wear," Bunch suggested.

"It's him! it's the maleyfactor!" exclaimed Harmony, tightening his
grip on the night stick; "which way did the derned cuss go?"

Bunch pointed due south-east, and with a howl of rage Diggs sprang
forward and bounced down the pike like a hungry kangaroo on its way
to a lunch counter.

I began to wrap up my enjoyment and send it forth in short gurgles
of merriment until Bunch pressed the button and the scene was
changed to Greenland's Icy Mountains.

"Funny, isn't it?" he sneered; "regular circus, with yours in
haste, Bunch Jefferson, to do the grand and lofty tumbling! I'm
the Patsy, oh, maybe! It was a fine play, all right, but I didn't
expect you to stack the cards!"

"On the level, Bunch, believe me, it wasn't my fault," I spluttered.

"Not your fault," he snapped back; "then I suppose it was mine! I
suppose I fell down the elevator shaft just to please mother, eh?