As for me, I can't do much to-night, I'm so weak.

I thought that, if I tried to fight, you'd handle me easily enough.

If I ran, I knew I couldn't run far, and you'd jump on my back and bear me to the ground.

So I thought it easier to let you have your own way with me.

Whee! I didn't do a thing but surrender to a cripple that ought to be on crutches! My luck is gone!" This last was said with an air of great dejection, as though Tag never looked to have any further pleasure in life.