The sight of her idolized pet running for his life was enough to make her forget fright and everything else.
She too ran, but not toward home.
"David!" she screamed.

"Oh, David! Come here! David!" David may have recognized the voice, but if so the recognition made no difference.

The cat kept straight on.

The girl ran across its path.
It dodged and darted into a beachplum thicket, a cul-de-sac of tangled branches and thick grass.

Before the animal could extricate itself Mary-'Gusta had seized it in her arms.