It struggled and fought for freedom but the child held it tight.
"David!" she panted.

"Oh, don't, David! Please be still! They shan't hurt you; I won't let 'em.

Please!" Through the bushes above the wall appeared the freckled face of Con--christened Cornelius--Bacheldor.

Con was Jimmie's elder brother.
"He must have got through," he shouted.

"He--no, there he is.