There he goes! There he goes! Give him t'other barrel quick!" Mary-'Gusta, who had been startled nearly out of her senses by the shot and the shouting, stood perfectly still, too surprised and frightened even to run.

And then out of the bushes before her darted a scared tortoise-shell cat, frantically rushing in her direction.

The cat was David.
"He's hidin' in them bushes," shouted the voice again.

"Stay where you be, Pop.

I'll scare him out and then you give it to him." Mary-'Gusta stood still no longer.