I'll Get You, I'll Get You!

Clive said: 'I'm sick of the pair of you. Take that knife and for god's sake, put it back where it belongs' The boy darted forward, light as a ferret. I'll get you, i'll get you. Lunging at clive, he became entangled in the legs of the chair and fell, pulling the chair down with him. He lay sprawled face downward, gasping for breath. A small trail of blood appeared on the carpet. In a minute, the man sat up. He was weeping, and mopped his eyes and his nose alternately. "By all means your time hasn't come yet," Clive replied. But he