You see that cat was hungry, and she hoped to catch the sparrow and the
frog boy and eat them. Up she sneaked, walking as softly as a baby can
creep, and just then Dickie and Bully got off the wheel, and sat down on
the bank to eat a cookie, which Bully found in his water-proof pocket.

“Now’s my chance!” thought the cat. “I’ll grab ’em both, and eat ’em!”
So she made a spring, but she didn’t jump quite far enough and she
missed both Bully and Dickie. Dickie flew up into a tree, and so he was
safe, but Bully couldn’t fly, though he hopped away.

After him jumped the cat, and she cried:

“I’ll get you yet!”

Bully hopped some more, but the cat raced toward him, and nearly had the
froggie. Then began quite a chase. The cat was very quick, and she kept
after Bully so closely that she was making him very tired. Pretty soon
his jumps weren’t as long as they had been at first. And the cat was
keeping him away from the pond, too, for she knew if he jumped into that
he would get away, for cats don’t like water, or rain.

But finally Bully managed to head himself back toward the pond, and the
cat was still after him. Oh, how savage she looked with her sharp teeth,
and her glaring eyes! Poor Bully was much frightened.

All of a sudden, as he hopped nearer and nearer to the pond, he thought
of a trick to play on that cat. He pretended that he could hardly hop
any more, and only took little steps. Nearer and nearer sneaked the cat,
lashing her tail. At last she thought she could give one big spring, and
land on Bully with her sharp claws.