CHAPTER III MY KIND DELIVERER AND MISS LAURA

THERE was a young man going by on a bicycle. He heard my
screams, and springing off his bicycle, came hurrying up the path,
and stood among us before Jenkins caught sight of him.

In the midst of my pain, I heard him say fiercely, "What have you
been doing to that dog?"

"I've been cuttin' his ears for fightin', my young gentleman," said
Jenkins. "There is no law to prevent that, is there?"

"And there is no law to prevent my giving you a beating," said the
young man angrily. In a trice he had seized Jenkins by the throat
and was pounding him with all his might. Mrs. Jenkins came and
stood at the house door crying, but making no effort to help her
husband.

"Bring me a towel," the young man cried to her, after he had
stretched Jenkins, bruised and frightened, on the ground. She
snatched off her apron and ran down with it, and the young man
wrapped me in it, and taking me carefully in his arms, walked
down the path to the gate. There were some little boys standing
there, watching him, their mouths wide open with astonishment.
"Sonny," he said to the largest of them, "if you will come behind
and carry this dog, I will give you a quarter."

The boy took me, and we set out. I was all smothered up in a cloth,
and moaning with pain, but still I looked out occasionally to see
which way we were going. We took the road to the town and