He was the greatest apple thief the world had ever known...
|I ran down the alley, chose the middle trashcan, hit it perfectly and jumped over the fence. Normally I very skillfully knock all three trashcans over as I do it, but I missed them all this time. Even the “Greatest Apple Thief in the Entire World isn’t perfect.
The cop was still chasing me.
I heard the heavy clang of his foot onto the same can, and he too pulled himself over the fence right behind me.
I was all out running on St. Pete Street now. It was five O’clock and the traffic was the normal snarl. I ran between pedestrians.
I passed the hot-dog-stand, “Hi Al!” Gus called.
“Hi, Gus!” I said, waving.
I dashed across St. Pete and almost got clobbered by a Bud truck. He honked his horn at me as I continued down St Pete, going East now.
I heard the same honking of the same truck behind me.
This cop was impressive! I had to give him that.
I ran up the Martelli’s driveway, opened and slammed the gate, slid the dead-bolt over, patted Mack the pit-bull, and waved at Mr. Martelli, who was raking his back yard.
“Hey, Mr. Martelli!" I said, and in a practiced leap cleared the fence, grabbed the tire-swing rope, swung up onto the Gustaff’s side fence and landed on Parker Street.
Somehow, the cop was still behind me!
One day soon, I thought, I’m going to have to meet this guy!
“You’re good, Copper!” I called back as I ran down along Parker.
“We can’t keep doing this!” the copper said.
It’s rare for “The Greatest Apple Thief in the Entire World” to ever agree with a cop, but as we were both hoofing it down Parker Street, I found myself agreeing with this particular one.