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The officers are after him, and Tag, not wishing to be caught, wants to put considerable distance between himself and these woods. Yet no matter what he does, or where he goes, the officers will finally find him. Law is supreme, and triumphs in the end. No man may defy the police and courts of a nation and get away with it for any great length of time."
That year Marguerite and I brought the Sunday winter evenings, over which the thought of the tasks of the morrow brooded sadly, to a close with an entirely new amusement. After the tea, when I felt that the party was about to break up, I would hurry little Marguerite into the dining-room, and there we rushed madly about the round table and tried to catch or tag each other, we played furiously.
'Then I trust that he drew it in a better quarrel than his son hath done, said the taller officer, with a sneer. 'In as good, though not in a better, I returned. 'That sword hath always been drawn for the rights and liberties of Englishmen, and against the tyranny of kings and the bigotry of priests. 'What a tag for a playhouse, Dick, cried the officer. 'How doth it run?
The spectacle of a man who has occupied the White House, and been the chief attraction of county fairs, being compelled to put his stomach on a fence, and flop over, heels over appetite, like a boy playing tag, to keep from being jabbed in a vital part, makes us sick. We never had a coal stove around the house until last Saturday. Have always used pine slabs and pieces of our neighbor's fence.
A swift turning back of his prisoner's coat pinioned him, and then with dexterousness and in silence he proceeded to search. From two pockets he took a dozen jewelled rings, each bearing the tiny tag of Lyne's Store. "Hullo!" said Tarling sarcastically, "are these intended as a loving gift from Mr. Lyne to Miss Rider?" The man was speechless with rage. If looks could kill, Tarling would have died.
"That would be jolly if we only had the time; but we have not." "Oh!" sighed Flora. Amy put on hat and coat, and tightened the strap around her books. "How would you like 'mother' or 'tag?" "First rate," said Flora. "I will be the mother, and you may be 'it." "All at once?" "Yes. But if you catch me, it won't be fair." "No, indeed," said Amy.
Always, when you think you have come to the end of her tremendous specialties and have finished hanging tags upon her as the Land of the Thug, the Land of the Plague, the Land of Famine, the Land of Giant Illusions, the Land of Stupendous Mountains, and so forth, another specialty crops up and another tag is required.
And when he had brushed aside the dirt and stones he lifted up a limp wrist. One look at the identification tag chained around it, and he cried: "It's Iggy! We've found him all right!" "Sure enough it is Iggy!" cried Jimmy, as he, too, looked at the metal disk. "Ach! Yes! Water!" faintly moaned the Polish lad. His voice was a moan, but it was his voice.
After noon, when they had left the Park and entered Gardiner, Milt announced, "I've got to stick around a while. The key in my steering-gear seems to be worn. May have to put in a new one. Get the stuff at a garage here. If you wouldn't mind waiting, be awful glad to tag, and try to give a few helping hands till the oil cleans itself out."
Gwendolyn was troubled. Now the Policeman and the Piper, assisted by Puffy, picked the nurse up and packed her into the linen-hamper. Whereupon the little old gentleman slapped down the cover and tied a large tag to it. On the tag was written Employment Agency, Down-Town!" "I'm done with her" said Gwendolyn; " if she is a perfectly good top."
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