Under His Thumb — page 128: what you’re looking at

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UNDER HIS THUMB. 119 clamations outside the door, as well as the sound of footsteps rushing toward the room. He started to leap through the opening he had made, but changed his mind, and crawled under a lounge instead. He was just in time, for the door opened at the in- stant, and Mr. Blain and a policeman rushed into the room. ‘The little wretch has broken a windowe? Blain exclaimed, his voice hoarse with passion. “And esbaped to the street,’? supplemented the officer, glancing out through the opening. ‘‘After him, then. Do not let him escape. He must pay dearly for this audacious business.” The policeman leaped through the broken win- dow; Mr. Blain, too eager to remain behind, fol- towed sult. They had scarcely disappeared before the boy emerged from his hiding-place, and hastily surveyed the premises. } “This is fun, by hokey!’ he exclaimed. ‘‘Better’n inkin’ rollers and sortin’ pi. But I guess I’d_ better skip while I havo the chance.’’ Eomicbooks (E( 0) mn