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inquiry with his companion. "Dog fight, like as not, since I though

le a shoutin' will

ap, I'd say, boy-such screaming and yelling-they're badly rattl

en drunken bootleggers an' town constables. Well, I swan, it gets me-look at the folks a beatin' it to the houses, like they reckoned they'd be safer there. Mebbe we better shin up a telegraph pole like that youngster's a doin' over yonder-he means to git high an'

by the frightful sight. "He's bound to own the whole stree

hurry; I ain't lost nary dog; an' I'm not fool enough to want to stand up

eat was the clamor no one could expec

date!" Perk bellowed bac

to scramble up again; but he can't manage it, what with his fright and twisted ankle. The dog-it's making straig

partner-

hinking in their panicky state of nerves only of their own safety. All the

children indoors! He's rabid and ready to

shouts-vainly he tried to crawl to one side, his terrified eyes fixed on that dreadful

, intending to throw themselves between the child and tha

nce that had caused his pal to fetch his old war weapon out to his friend the town gunsmith, so as to have it put in first-class condition. It must have been the hand of a kind fate that brought about this wo

e writhing and shrieking child, thus facing the danger themse

the beast. Jack, too, knew he had a part in the scheme to save the tiny lad-lacking a weapon of any kind he could not stand by Perk

d him Perk had sent in a shot. It was his bosom pal crouched back there with that shaggy beast al

egion of his heart, undoubtedly fearing he would discover Perk engaged in a furious struggle at close qua

t there, while the furious beast writhed on the ground, m

ake weapon of the great war with mechanical precision. How lucky then he must have succeeded in thr

and coolly stepped forward, to bend over and see that there no longer remained a single br

if reassuring the frightened populace there was no longer anything to be feared-the ogre Jabberwock had

efore the worshiping citizens could lay hands on him-shower him with thanks, perhaps kisses a

ld he still held in his arms, speaking to him with assurance in his

ou, for he's been killed, and can never bite anybody. You must have hurt your ankle, little brother; I'm going to carry you to where you live, so they can take care of you, and ge

close as possible-it reminded Jack of cattle being rounded up by exp

e that they don't crowd in any further. I'm not going to be satisfied unt

in explanations; but Jack lifted

e-here, you boy, you seem to know him okay-tell me his name, will you, and

es with his granny Mrs. Fergussan right 'r

ting must be dropped, or you'll have the old lady frightened half to death bef

ibly they realized that this young chap with the capable look, and firm voice, was one accustomed to

in the direction of a small old, but respectable looking cottage of so

eard what had been so loudly shouted, when the mad dog was causing such a panic on Main Street-she may even have started toward the nearby corner, with a great fear tugging at her heart, knowing h

carrying some object in his arms, she cam

t had the bad luck to sprain his ankle. It's nothing serious, I'm telling you straight-lead the way, and I'll put

ack joined

lks outside were actually conspiring to pick him up on their shoulders, and march around town

ere until the doctor had looked the child over; she wants to get the story out of us, I imag

t the tough luck;" but he did settle down on a chair, and amused himself looking around

in front of the picture of a man, "here's a queer hap