United States or Eritrea ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
For a few moments Fred lay utterly quiet, save for the trembling that he could not control. During those same moments Towser made himself more comfortable by shifting himself so that he lay with his paws across Fred's left shoulder-blade. His teeth remained firmly fastened in Ripley's shirt.
He recognized the voice of Mr. Towser, raised in vigorous lamentation. To judge by the sound, Mr. Towser's pupils had turned upon him and were giving him a bad time. Above all he could hear the clear war-cry of Miss Airedale and the embittered yells of Mr. Poodle. Then from the quaking edifice burst Bishop Borzoi, foaming with wrath, his clothes much tattered, and followed by Mr. Poodle, Mr.
"I called him Towser," Bunny said, "but we can take another name, if we don't like that." "Oh, let's call him Splash!" exclaimed Sue. "Splash? What a funny name!" her mother remarked. "Well, he did splash in the water after me, and pulled me out. Maybe we could call him Pull, but I like Splash better," and Sue shook her curly head. "Call him Splash, then," agreed Mr.
Never better, a chara, says he. What Garry? Are we going to win? Eh? And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near throttled him.
Gr-r-r-r-r! came the voice of Towser, in the near distance. It was followed by barks and yelps, all in the voice of Hazelton's bull-dog. "What trouble has the pup gotten into?" demanded Harry, throwing an armful of wood on the campfire, then wheeling sharply. Gr-r-r-r! Wow-wow! Woof! sounded closer at hand, accompanied by considerable noise in the underbrush.
He was Celia's father or her little boy as the whim took her, the wolf which devoured Red Riding Hood's grandmother, or the hapless old lady herself, attacked ruthlessly by Celia as wolf. Crawling on all fours he played elephant, or with the handle of a basket between his teeth, he submitted to be patted on the head and addressed as Towser.
All of the boys understood at once that Hazelton was accusing Fred Ripley of setting the trap. Towser, as soon as released, limped a little, but proved that his leg was not broken, though it had been cut in the trap. "Woof!" he exploded angrily, as soon as he found that he could run about on his injured leg.
She did not trust herself to reply, but the glance she gave him from her tearful eyes was so eloquent with grateful feeling that he was suddenly conscious of some unwonted sensations. He again patrolled the place and tied the dog near the barn. "It's barely possible that some of these mean cusses might venture to kindle a fire, but a bark from Towser will warn 'em off.
Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the old towser growling, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that.
Now he leaped into the automobile, growling, just as Fred would have sprung in. "That's right, Towser. Hold the sneak!" called Dave, arriving on a run and leaping into the car. "Now, Ripley, hang you, do some quick and honest work!" "Kick that dog out of the car first," pleaded Fred. "I won't," Darrin retorted. "The dog is my guarantee for your good behavior to-night."
Word Of The Day