"I'll git pay for that bunnit in one way, ef I don't in another." Pomp maintained his position on the other side of the wall.

He waited till the old lady was fairly over, and then commenced running.

The old lady pursued with vindictive animosity, cracking the whip in a suggestive manner.

Pomp doubled and turned in a most provoking way.
Finally he had recourse to a piece of strategy.

He had flung himself, doubled up in a ball, at the old lady's feet, and she, unable to check her speed, fell over him, clutching at the ground with her outstretched hands, from which the whip had fallen.
"Hi, hi!" shrieked Pomp, with a yell of inconceivable delight, as he watched the signal downfall of his adversary.