Deep clove his sharp fangs. Nor did Eitel
Schwartz sit down again with any degree of comfort for many a
long day,
With resounding howls of pain, Eitel thrashed up and down the
road; endeavoring to shake off this rear attack. The noise
awakened the baby; who added his wails to the din. Roodie got
dizzily to his feet; his left forearm useless and anguished from
the tearing of its muscles:
"Shut up!" he bellowed. "'you want to bring the whole county down
on us? We--"
He ceased speaking; and lurched at full speed to the car and to
the top of its single seat. For, at sound of his voice, Lad had
loosed his grip on the screeching Eitel and whirled about on this
earlier adversary.
The man reached the car-seat and slammed the door behind him,
perhaps a sixth of a second too soon for Lad to reach him.
Eitel, warned by his brother's bawled command, made a rush for
the other side of the machine and clambered up. He was a trifle
less fortunate than had been Roodie, in making this ascent. For
Lad's flashing jaws grazed his ankle and carried away in that
snap a sample of Eitel's best town-going trousers.
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