himself up in a cell.

Bunch gave the old geezer the minnehaha and yelled, "Say! you with
the me-ya-ya's on the chin! Did somebody give you the hot-foot and
make a quick exit?"

Diggs was now in full eruption and heavy showers of Reub lava rose
from his vocal organs and fell all over the place, while he
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?
Maybe you think I dropped into the excavation just to pass the time
away? Have you an idea that I dove down into the earth because I
wanted to get back to the mines? Wasn't your fault, indeed! Maybe
you think I fell in the well simply because I wanted to give an
imitation of the old oaken bucket, yes?"

I tried to tell him all about Tacks and the ghost story, but he
wouldn't stand for it.

"You should have been waiting for me on the stairs," he argued,
unreasonably, rubbing one of the bruises in his choice collection,
"Didn't you catch me early in the evening being chased from pillar
to post by everything in the neighborhood that had legs long enough
to run? When I tried to hide in the corner of a farm over there, a
bull dog came up on rubber shoes and bit his initials on some of my
personal property before I could crawl through the fence. Every
time I showed up on th