The third one he pushed one side with his hand.
'Pushed!' did I say?
'Knocked' would be better, for the feller--the carpenter 'twas--went over and over like a barrel rollin' down hill.

But there was two more left, and one of 'em was bound to have him.
"Then a window upstairs banged open.
"'Oh, Mr.Bearse!' screamed a voice--Grace Sterzer's voice.

'Don't let them get you!' "We all heard her, in spite of the shoutin' and racket.

Willie heard her, too.

The two fellers, one at each side, was almost on him, when he stopped, looked up, jumped back, and, as cool as a rain barrel in January, he dropped that ball and kicked it.
"I can see that picture now, like a tableau at a church sociable.