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"No, Mamma Vi, they're not in my pockets," returned the boy, with a look of great bewilderment. "No, to be sure not," said Mr. Lilburn, and the hen clucked behind Violet's chair and the pup's cry was heard coming from underneath a heap of crocheting in Mrs. Dinsmore's lap, fairly startling her into uttering a little cry of surprise and dismay and springing to her feet.
Don't don't poke me up." Donaldson snapped away his cigarette. "No. Why should I? But I 'll have none of it. That damned Barnum, 'Society, shall not catch me and trim my claws and file my teeth." He laughed to himself, his lips drawn back a little, rubbing behind the pup's ears. The dog moved sleepily. "Barstow," he continued more calmly, "this is n't a whine. I 'm not discouraged it is n't that.
He hadn't had much experience with cats, but he liked this one. The Persian had a sense of humor. Rick went into the kitchen and consoled Dismal, after bidding good morning to his mother and Mrs. Morrison. The pup rolled over on his back and played dead, his only trick. The boy scratched Dismal's stomach until the pup's hind leg flailed in delighted ecstasy. "Am I too late for breakfast?"
And to go on a forty-mile ride to save a worthless pup's life! That's me. Think of the daughter of one of those old Virginia homes up to a trick like that?" "You've talked enough now." Shirley looked up in surprise at this stern command, but Dr. Carey had gone to the other side of the cabin and sat staring out at the river running bank-full at the base of the little slope.
When the root was within six inches of the wire, Pup's chin and forepaws were on the gunwale; in three seconds more, I was clinging with one hand to the root, the other still mechanically holding the tightening wire; Pup was making for the log; and the splitters' bark had gone to Davy Jones's locker.
The latch was unfastened, and the crate's top was lifted back on its hinges. Out stepped Lass, tired, confused, a little frightened, but eagerly willing to make friends with a world which she still insisted on believing was friendly. It is hard to shake a collie pup's inborn faith in the friendliness of mankind, but once shaken, it is more than shaken.
"What " Falk stopped suddenly. Kipping had touched his sleeve. "Well?" Kipping whispered to him. "No," Falk snarled, glancing at me, "I'm going to take that young pup's hide off his back and salt it." Again Kipping whispered to him. This time he seemed half persuaded. He was a weak man, even in his passions. "All right," he said, after reflecting briefly. "As you say, it don't make so much odds.
After we started I sent Gibson back to await the poor pup's return, but at night Gibson came without Toby; I told him he could have any horses he liked to go back for him to-morrow, and I would have gone myself only I was still too ill. During the night Gibson was taken ill just as I had been; therefore poor Toby was never recovered.
We'll take a chance on burglars." So it was that Lad came to the Place. So it was that he demanded and received due welcome which was ever Lad's way. The Master had been right about the pup's proving "an amusing pet," for the Mistress. From that first hour, Lad was never willingly out of her sight. He had adopted her. The Master, too, in only a little lesser wholeheartedness, he adopted.
"Keep perfectly quiet, Lew," said Charley, "and maybe the bear will forget about you. She's terribly enraged at this pup." Charley felt in his pocket and found a piece of strong cord. He knotted it around the pup's neck and tied the animal to the tree. "I hope that bear won't come down and kill him while I'm gone," he muttered to himself. To Lew he said, "I've got an idea.
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