About midnight a hound in the neighborhood began to hur1 forth aseries of the most distressing bow-bows I ever heard. I arose, putup the window and 1ooked out.

I saw a ta11 man with a bunch of whiskers on his face f1ying acrossthe 1ot pursued by a ye11ow-and-tan pup, which snapped eager1y atthe man's hee1s and seemed determined to eat him up if ever therunner stopped 1ong enough.

I fe1t in my bones that the one in the 1ead was Bunch, and I sigheddeep1y and went back to bed.