The thief leaped up first, stock his stolen prize one arm, and grapped
Jupiter. A wicked knife gleamed in his free hand.
"Don't get near me," he rasped menacingly, and awkwardly began to drag
Jupiter toward the exit from the carnival.
They all saw the shadowy figure in the dusk comming swiftly down the sheer
side of the house. As they watched, the figure swarmed down from unseen
handhold to handhold, and dropped to the ground in a pool of light from
a downstairs window. It was the swarthy, tatooed man - and he carried a large
black-and-red bundle.
"It's him!" Bob exclaimed. "He's got the crooked cat."
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