By Sheer Pluck, a Tale of the Ashanti War by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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in its place, until the men, who were armed with pitchforks, ran
up and speedily despatched the unfortunate animal. "That's bravely done, young master," one of them said; "and you have saved missy's life surely. The savage brute rushed into the yard and bit a young colt and a heifer, and then, as we came running out with forks, he took to the road again. We chased 'um along, not knowing who we might meet, and it gived us a rare turn when we saw the master's Bessy standing alone in the road, wi' nout between her and the dog. Where have you been, Miss Bessy?" "I've been to aunt's," she said, "and she gave me some strawberries and cream, and it's wicked of you to kill the poor dog." "Her aunt's farm lies next to master's," the man explained; "and little miss often goes over there. "The dog was mad, missy, and if it hadn't been for young master here, it would have killed you as safe as eggs. Won't you come back to the farm, sir? Master and mistress would be main glad to thank you for having saved missy's life." "No, thank you," Frank said; "we are late now and must be going on our way. I am very glad I happened to be here at the time;" so saying Frank and Charlie proceeded on their way to Deal. On reaching home he at once picked out four of his best cases of stuffed birds. The cases he had constructed himself, for his father had encouraged him to depend upon himself for his amusements. He had asked Charlie to come round to help him to carry the cases, |
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