Long lines of them poured out of cracks in the walls and descended to join their fellows on the floor.
The thing was indecent--at least, in Jerry's mind, it was not to be tolerated.

_Mister_ Haggin, Derby, and Bob had never tolerated cockroaches, and their rules were his rules.

The cockroach was the eternal tropic enemy.

He sprang at the nearest, pouncing to crush it to the floor under his paws.

But the thing did what he had never known a cockroach to do.