Then you kind of swish it around till it's somewheres where the cat can get hold of it, and soon as he does, you pull it up, and be mighty careful so's it don't fall off.

Then I'll grab it and stick it in the box and slam the lid down." Rather pleased to be assigned to the trousers, Sam accordingly extended himself at full length upon the slab and proceeded to carry out Penrod's instructions.

Meanwhile, Penrod, peering from above, inquired anxiously for information concerning this work of rescue.
"Can you see it, Sam?
Why don't it grab hold?
What's it doin' now, Sam ?" "It's spittin' at Herman's trousers," said Sam.

"My gracious, but it's a fierce cat! If it's mad all the time like this, you better not ever try to pet it much.

Now it's kind o' sniffin' at the trousers.