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Anyway, you'll be goin' along the street with Frank and another dog'll come up and he's afraid of Frank and mebbe he'll just kind of clear his throat or something on account of feeling nervous and not meaning anything, but Frank'll think he's growling, and that settles it. Eats 'em alive! I seen some horrible sights, I want to tell you!"
I shot it out of the pack in a moose pasture over 'on Little Stick. An' Ol' Villan cried like a baby. Hadn't seen it for three years, he said. Ben with the wolves all that time." "I reckon you've called the turn, Bill. That wolf's a dog, an' it's eaten fish many's the time from the hand of man." "An if I get a chance at it, that wolf that's a dog'll be jes' meat," Bill declared.
It looks to me like it was turned loose, back there, and come on alone. Your man went to Whisper; I'll bank money on that. Anyway, your dog'll know if he's been there." Swan thought it over, his eyes moving here and there to every hint of movement between the skyline and himself. Suddenly he turned to Lone, his face flushing with honest shame.
"Sure thing. Why not? Got room enough to keep a whole zoological menagerie if we wanted to, ain't we? Besides, a dog'll be handy to have around. Bill Foster, the life saver, told me that somebody busted into the station henhouse one night a week ago and got away with four of their likeliest pullets. He cal'lates 'twas tramps or boys.
All I have to say is, I don't approve of a republican and a sceptic for my son-in-law. I yield to you, and my daughter, if she . . . ! 'I think she does, colonel. Marriage 'll cure the fellow. Nevil will slough his craze. Off! old coat. Cissy will drive him in strings. "My wife!" I hear him. Mr. Romfrey laughed quietly. 'It's all "my country," now. The dog'll be uxorious.
In evening dress, he was standing to welcome his guests in the hall. "Thinking it was a dog." added Mrs. Warrington. "Ah, a dog's a companion!" said Colonel Fussell "A dog'll remember you." "Have you hurt yourself, Margaret?" "Not to speak about; and it's my left hand." "Well, hurry up and change." She obeyed, as did the others. Mr. Wilcox then turned to his son. "Now, Charles, what's happened?"
Your man went to Whisper; I'll bank money on that. Anyway, your dog'll know if he's been there." Swan thought it over, his eyes moving here and there to every hint of movement between the skyline and himself. Suddenly he turned to Lone, his face flushing with honest shame.
There was a troubled silence while Bridget and Prue considered the next step to take. Mollie felt that this problem was beyond her powers of solving. Then a sudden thought struck her: "Where's Laddie? We haven't seen him either." "Praise be!" exclaimed Bridget. "The dog'll be wid Grizzel, an' that's sure.
In evening dress, he was standing to welcome his guests in the hall. "Thinking it was a dog," added Mrs. Warrington. "Ah, a dog's a companion!" said Colonel Fussell. "A dog'll remember you." "Have you hurt yourself, Margaret?" "Not to speak about; and it's my left hand." "Well, hurry up and change." She obeyed, as did the others. Mr. Wilcox then turned to his son. "Now, Charles, what's happened?"
You've made up your mind I'm the killer, and you've been fitting the evidence to me or trying to." "It fits," Swan pointed out dryly. "You see if it does. The dog'll tell you all about it in about two minutes if you give him a chance." Swan looked at him. "Yack don't lie. By golly, I raised that dog to trail, and he trails, you bet!
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