though--even Bouncer could scarcely have recognized that voice now!

"Hark!" cried one of the neighbors.

They listened. There was certainly a panting sound from some spot not
far away.

"Bouncer! Bouncer!" cried the poor father. The panting again; they
lowered their lanterns. What was that lying upon the ground--lying there
close by Bouncer? It was Bessie! They rushed toward her. She was lying
very still; Bouncer was breathing heavily.

They raised her from the ground.

"Bessie! Bessie! my darling, speak to me!" cried the father.

Her eyes opened slowly; for an instant she did not know who held her.

"Bessie, child, it's father--speak to me!"

She looked at him an instant, then with a pitiful cry buried her face in
his bosom.

Bouncer staggered forward, and now, by the light of the lanterns, they
could see a broad gash upon his shoulder, and another upon his head. He
looked up at Bessie with a mournful whine.

"Oh, Bouncer, dear Bouncer! can't _you_ tell me where they are?" cried
Bessie, turning suddenly, and gazing upon him with streaming eyes.