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Updated: May 6, 2025
At that remark, so vehement for the time of night, the old Scotch terrier, Ossian, came from his corner and shoved his long black nose into his master's hand. "Come along up, Ossy! Good dog, Oss!" And, comforted by the warmth of that black body beside him in the chair, Summerhay fell asleep in front of the fire smouldering with blackened fragments of his past.
What, if either of us had beaten him?" "Or," replied Karl, "what if we had both beaten him? Ah! brother Caspar," added he, shuddering as he spoke, "how near we were to making an end of each other! It's fearful to think of it!" "Let us think no more of it then," rejoined Caspar; "but go home at once and see what sort of a breakfast Ossy has procured for us. I wonder whether it be flesh or fowl."
In the three-cornered garden stood a decayed statue of a naked boy with a broken bow a sparrow was perching on his greenish shoulder; sooty, heart-shaped lilac leaves hung round his head, and at his legs the old Scotch terrier was sniffing. Gyp called: "Ossian! Ossy!" and the old dog came, wagging his tail feebly. "Master! Where is your master, dear?"
"Well, Ossy," asked Caspar, who was the first to speak, "what news? Have you seen anything more of the rogue?" "Ah, rogue indeed!" replied Ossaroo, in a tone expressive of some secret fear. "You speakee true, sahib; the rogue, if he no worse." "Why, what now? Have you seen anything since you left us?" "Seen, sahibs! Where you tinkee he now gone?" "Where?" "Hee go for de hut." "For the hut?"
Just last night my boy Ossy came strolling along with the lady he is keeping company with, and where do you s'pose they set down to rest, and look at the moon and talk about the silliest subjecks? Right on my headstone! I stood in front of them and did the ghostliest things till I was clean tired out and discouraged. They just would not pay the least attention."
I shall slip down to the ground; you follow to the lowest branch, and I can hand the guns up to you. Keep steady, and don't you fear, Ossy!" added the young hunter in a louder voice, addressing himself to the shikaree. "We'll fetch him away from you directly we'll tickle him with an ounce or two of lead through that thick hide of his."
I wish it were, Caspar," rejoined Karl, in rather a desponding tone. "Certainly it is within our reach. Look here!" As Caspar spoke, he held out his copper powder-flask, now nearly empty. Karl did not yet quite comprehend him. "What is to hinder us from letting this down," he inquired, "and drawing it up again full of water? Nothing. Have you a piece of string about you, Ossy?"
One man, a big fellow, "'ossy" all over, with the genuine sporting cut-away coat, and a superabundance of showy necktie and bad jewelry, eyed him curiously, and slightly turned so that his back was toward Bertie, as the latter was entering a bet with another Guardsman well known on the turf, and he himself was taking long odds with little Berk Cecil, the boy having betted on his brother's riding, as though he had the Bank of England at his back.
Presently, seeing her mother in the porch, she jumped up, and crying out: "Ossy Ossy! Walk!" rushed to Gyp and embraced her legs, while the old Scotch terrier slowly followed. Thus held prisoner, Gyp watched the dog's approach. Nearly three years had changed her a little.
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