 Well, gosh, I didn't suspect a thing. He just said he wanted to smoke. But he didn't happen to have a match, I know. So you hung your rifle over your arm, stuck both hands in your pockets to find one for him, and that's when he took you. Yeah, that's exactly what happened. How'd you know? Never mind, pup. I made a grab for him, though. Ripped his coat about halfway off. Oh, that's great, that's great. I'm sure sorry he got away. All right, don't worry about it. Can't get far with the gate locked.