Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
and not in seeming doubt. The doctor reached 
out to catch him, but the Bat dodged instantly 
and successfully. The doctor pursued with an 
insect net in hand, but the blinded Bat had some 
other sense that warned him. Darting across the 
room, he passed through the antlers of a Deer’s 
head, and though he had to shorten wing on each 
side, he touched them not. When the pursuing 
net drove him from the ceiling, he flew low among 
the chairs, passing under legs and between rungs 
at full speed, with not a touch. Then in a mo- 
ment of full career near the floor he halted and 
hovered like a humming-bird before the tiny crack 
under the door, as though it promised escape. All 
along this he fluttered, then at the corner he fol- 
lowed it upward, and, hovering at the keyhole, 
he made a long pause. This seemed to be a way 
of escape, for the fresh air came in. But he decided 
that it was too small, for he did not go near, and he 
certainly did not see it. Then he darted toward the 
stove, but recoiled before too close. The roaring 
draft of the damper held him a moment, but he 
quickly flew, avoiding the stovepipe wire, and hov- 
ered at another hairlike crack along the window. 
Now the doctor stretched many threads in angles 
of the room and set small rings of wire in the nar- 
row ways. Driven upward from the floor, the 
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