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When he looked back he saw his brother also had a collar and bell, and then a casket was tied to each pup's neck. Both dogs watched the monks and at a sign from Brother Antoine they trotted carefully along the narrow, slippery way.
For the first half mile Cameron rode a little ahead of his men, then he turned to speak to one of them and for the first time observed Crusoe trotting close beside his master's horse. "Ah! Master Dick," he exclaimed with a troubled expression, "that won't do. It would never do to take a dog on an expedition like this." "Why not?" asked Dick, "the pup's quiet and peaceable."
The spirit of irrepressible youth was upon them, and, though Miki was so swollen from the stings of the wasps that his lank body and overgrown legs were more grotesque than ever, he was in no way daunted from the quest of further adventure. The pup's face was as round as a moon, and his head was puffed up until Neewa might reasonably have had a suspicion that it was on the point of exploding.
"Nary a rabbit in there," replied another. "Bah! Thet pup's no good," scornfully growled another man. "Put a hound at thet clump of willows." "Fire's the game. Burn the brake before the rain comes." The voices droned off as their owners evidently walked up the ridge. Then upon Duane fell the crushing burden of the old waiting, watching, listening spell. After all, it was not to end just now.
Then the mitten was thrown as heretofore, and Crusoe made a few steps towards it, but being in no mood for play he turned back. "Fetch it," said the teacher. "I won't," replied the learner mutely, by means of that expressive sign not doing it. Hereupon Dick Varley rose, took up the mitten, and put it into the pup's mouth.
Being in, the cover was securely renailed above him. Brown and the light-keeper lifted the box into the back part of the "open wagon," and Atkins drove triumphantly away, the pup's agonized protests against the journey serving as spurs to urge Joshua faster along the road to the village. When, about six o'clock, Seth reentered the yard, he was grinning broadly.
"Oh, I know that all right, an' I'm willin' to swear to it," sez I, "but just now it's his teeth, not his ancestors, that are botherin' me. If I'm to be mistook for a jack-rabbit, I ain't nowise particular just which kind of a bulldog is goin' to do the mistakin'." Bill, he smiled sadly an' walked over an' stuck his naked finger right into the pup's mouth.
And then, with a roughly tolerant gesture, he silenced the two raucous women, who were beginning the tale over again for the third time. "I see," he said. "I see. I see how it is. Needn't din it at me any more, folks. And I see Dicky's side of it, too. Yes, and I see the pup's side of it. I know a lot about dogs. That pup isn't vicious. She knows she belongs to Dick.
You go and set the fuse in the pup's inside; and mind you, time it right, my son for two bells when the old man's in the chair!" Lying lazily at anchor off the reeking beach of Adra Bight, the Puncher looked peaceful and complacent which is altogether opposite to what she and her commander were, or had been, for a month.
"In one of Wit Hensley's traps, dum him! Boys, I wish t' we hed roasted the temper outen them trap-springs, like we talked o' doin'." "Was the bear alive?" "Live as a hot coal. See the pup's head!" I examined Coaly, who looked sick. The flesh was torn from his lower jaw and hung down a couple of inches. Two holes in the top of his head showed where the bear's tusks had tried to crack his skull.
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