"I see you want me to come after you," said John angrily.
He ran toward Pomp, but the little contraband dodged him
adroitly, and got on the other side of a tree.
Opposition only stimulated John to new efforts. He had become
excited in the pursuit, and had made up his mind to capture Pomp,
who dodged in and out among the trees with such quickness and
dexterity that John was foiled for a considerable time. The ardor
of his pursuit and its unexpected difficulty excited his anger.
He lost sight of the fact that Pomp was under no obligation to
comply with his demand. But this is generally the way with
tyrants, who are seldom careful to keep within the bounds of
justice and reason.
"Just let me catch you, you little rascal, and I will give you
the worst licking you ever had," John exclaimed, with passion.
"Wait till you catch me," returned Pomp, slipping, eel-like, from
his grasp.
But Pomp, in dodging, had now come to an open space, where he was
at a disadvantage. John was close upon him, when suddenly he
stood stock-still, bending his back so as to obtain a firm
footing.
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