Con took one or two steps after the flying cat and gave up the chase.

Mr.Bacheldor, from behind the wall, swore emphatically and at length.
"Come here, Con, you fool," he yelled, when the expression of his true feelings had reached a temporary end.

"Come here! let the kid alone.
We'll get into trouble if we don't.

As for that dummed cat, we'll get him next time.

He'll see his finish.