Fur from it! Willie, the poet waiter, made a jump, swung his long legs over the porch-rail, hit the ground, and took after that Parker man like a cat after a field mouse.
"Run! I never see such runnin'! He fairly flashed across that lawn and over the rise.

Parker was almost to the landin'; two more jumps and he'd been aboard the launch.

If he'd once got aboard, a turn of the switch and that electric craft would have had him out of danger in a shake.

But them two jumps was two too many.

Willie riz off the ground like a flyin' machine, turned his feet up and his head down, and lapped his arms around Parker's knees.