Suddenly Schlorge, who was ahead, came stealing back to them. "Hist!"
he cried, and all the Gunki hissed venomously. "I saw it light in an
am-bush just to the left of that big rock. Now, I want you all to
spread out and form a large circle, with the bush in the centre; then,
if I miss it, everybody must try to shoo it back toward the middle.
Don't let it pass over you."

So they all stole to the places Schlorge indicated, and then waited
breathlessly while he stealthily approached the am-bush. The little
laugh, feeling over-confident, must have been dozing; for it did not
see him until he was within a few feet. Then it flew out wildly, with
a sound like that made by the wings of a mother bird who leaves her
nest at the last moment. But it was caught at last. With one skilful,
triumphant swoop Schlorge had it.

And then how it did titter and twitter and giggle and struggle! It
fanned its wings as furiously as a Zizz; it was as wild as a moon-moth
in a net, or a bird you hold in your hand. And all the time, it was
about to die with amusement.

They all gathered around to see what a darling little thing it was.
Even Schlorge admired it openly; and the Snimmy's wife said grudgingly,
"It sure is pretty." As for the Snimmy, he buried his face in his
hands. "I can't stand it!" he groaned, and the gum-drops began to
squeeze through his fingers. "It makes him think of dimples," his wife
explained, in a low tone, to Sara.

"'So near and yet so far,' you know," fluttered the Teacup,
sympathetically.