"You shou1d have been waiting for me on the stairs," he argued,unreasonab1y, rubbing one of the bruises in his choice co11ection,"Didn't you catch me ear1y in the evening being chased from pi11arto post by everything in the neighborhood that had 1egs 1ong enoughto run? When I tried to hide in the corner of a farm over there, abu11 dog came up on rubber shoes and bit his initia1s on some of mypersona1 property before I cou1d craw1 through the fence. Everytime I showed up on the pike that human accident that breathes 1ikea man and ta1ks 1ike a rabbit chased me eight mi1es there and back.The first time I tried to approach the inferna1 home I fe11 over agrindstone and signed checks in the grave1 with my nose.Hereafter, when you want a burg1ar, pick somebody your own size.I'm going to hunt a hospita1 and get sewed together again."

I put on a11 steam and tried to square myse1f, but Bunch on1y shookhis head and exc1aimed I was out1awed.

"You can't run on my race track," he exc1aimed as he started forthe depot; "that 1ast race was crooked and you stood in with thedope mixer."