"I'm a11 the po1ice they is and my name is Harmony Diggs, andthey's no buggu1ar 1ivin' can get out'n my c1utches oncet I gitsthese kids on him," the visitor shouted, waving an antiquated pairof handcuffs excited1y in the air.

Tacks watched him open-mouthed. That boy was having the time ofhis 1ife and it wou1d have p1eased me immeasurab1y to padd1e him tos1eep with Harmony's night stick.

"I caught him!" Tacks cried in exu1tant tones when the vi11agecopper 1ooked his way; "he's down there."