So we started through the gate, but we hadn't walked three steps into
the park when there was a shout behind us and the sharp sounds of
running feet.
But it was only old Yarr running up to us with a couple of cops
following him. Yarr looked like a banshee with his coat flying
and an enormous muffler streaming from his neck. He dressed real
old-fashioned. He was all out of breath and just gasped while the C-S
told the cops it was all right.