The Slum Cat 
“ Ya—wow—yow—w!” screamed the Black 
in a rising tone, and he backed the eighth of 
an inch, as he marked the broad, unshrinking 
breast before him. 
Windows opened all around, human voices 
were heard, but the Cat scene went on. 
“ Yow—yow—ow!” rumbled the Yellow 
Peril, his voice deepening as the other’s rose. 
*“ Yow! ” and he advanced another step. 
Now their noses were but three inches apart ; 
they stood sidewise, both ready to clinch, but 
each waiting for the other. They glared for 
three minutes in silence and like statues, except 
that each tail-tip was twisting. 
The Yellow began again. ‘“ Yow—ow— 
ow!” in deep tone. 
“ VYa—a—a—a—a!” screamed the Black, 
with intent to strike terror by his yell; but he 
retreated one sixteenth of aninch. The Yellow 
walked up a long half-inch; their whiskers 
were mixing now; another advance, and their 
noses almost touched. 
“Yo—w—w!” said Yellow, like a deep 
moan. 
“ Y—a—a—a—a—a—a!” screamed the 
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