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"O, Dotty, how can you think so," exclaimed Prudy, "when there's only one woman can be THAT!" "Who's she?" "Mother, of course!" When Dotty was called to supper, she was found beside Pincher's green grave, telling her "brother Zip" the story of that dog's death, and trying to impress upon his mind the importance of keeping his paws out of fox-traps.
I cannot help pausing to say that I sewed up Pincher's wound then and there, with some of the contents of my Cambusmore house-wife; which always accompanied me on my sporting expeditions, and we carried him between us down to where the horses were fastened.
Crampton showed this to his nephew with great glee, and was chuckling to think how Mr. William Pitt Scully would be annoyed, who had expected the place, when Perkins burst out laughing and said, "By heavens, here is my own speech! Scully has spoken every word of it; he has only put in Mr. Pincher's name in the place of Mr. Macabaw's."
I shouldn't mind being a detective to lie in wait for a gang of coiners, now, and spring upon them unawares, and secure them single-handed, you know, or with only my faithful bloodhound. She stroked Pincher's ears, but he had gone to sleep because he knew well enough that all the suet pudding was finished. He is a very sensible dog.
And Rankin fumbled with cold fingers at the whip-handle in his pocket. The reins lay across Pincher's neck. Rankin did not want his hands to get too cold "for business." On and on they pounded through the snow; colder and colder it grew. There was a shiver in the stars themselves, and only the snow looked warm. "If I wasn't so all-fired mad, Pincher, I believe 't would seem kind o' cold."
Now, after selling his business, he was paying a last visit to his long-time home to settle accounts. "'Is old woman is a barefoot girl among the cannibals," Lying Bill said to me later. "'E 'as given a 'ole army of ostriches to fortune, 'e 'as." One of Captain Pincher's own sons was assistant to the engineer, Ducat, and helped in the cargo work.
They knew where we went, and generally came to meet us on our return, sometimes venturing as far as the gate of the churchyard, which was a mile distant, but never went within the enclosure. One of my brothers, who was more peculiarly Pincher's master, had a great fancy to be a doctor as he called it; and he chipped various flint stones into fancied instruments.
But of course there was really no trace of these savage denizens of the jungle. It was just Pincher's varied imagination. We got to the village, and with joyful expectations we knocked at the first door we came to. The sun was shining, the sky was blue. There was no sign at all of the intending thunderbolt, not even when the door was opened. This was done by a woman.
Just as F aimed a thrust at his chest, for it was of no use trying to penetrate his hide, the boar lowered his head, caught poor faithful Pincher's exposed flank, and tore it open with his razor-like tusk; but in the meantime the spear had gone well home into his brawny chest, exactly beneath the left shoulder, and his life-blood came gushing out.
Pincher would have never given up his mouthful of leg if F had not called him off, for it seemed impossible to fire the revolver whilst the dog held on. This change of tactics was much against Pincher's judgment, and he kept rushing furiously in between F and the boar.
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