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but odds and ends besides, which I could ill 

 afford to lose. No sooner did he hear me 

 shouting at him in no measured tones, than 

 he stopped at once, and looked round on all 

 sides, still holding the bag in his mouth. After 

 his survey, and seeing nothing near he cared 

 for, he resumed his walk. As it was getting 

 rather a serious affair to me, I not only screamed 

 much louder than before, but began violently 

 shaking the branches of the tree. He then 

 looked up for the first time, and caught sight 

 of me. Down went the bag at once, and off 

 scampered he, looking back every now and 

 then, in a very knowing manner, as much as 

 to say, "a minute or two more, my boy, and 

 you would have lost your bag." 



When I came to examine the bag, I found 

 he had unfastened one of the two buttons 

 that held down the flap ; and as it was wet 

 all round the button-hole, it was evident it 

 must have taken some time to do this. At 

 the top of the bag was a piece of cake wrapped 



