“He was mad, wasn’t he?” went on the woman, recovering a bit.
“Beyond a doubt, and very violent, too.”
“He scared me nearly to death. When I first saw him he was tangled up in some old fence-wire. It seemed to have set him crazy. I tried to get away from him, but as soon as he got shut of the wire he came after me.”
“It was lucky that this young man shot him,” said the captain, and pointed at Jack.
“Oh, did he do it?” cried the woman. “I thought you did it.” She turned to the young major. “I am very much obliged, I am sure.”
“And you are welcome,” said Jack, blushing like a girl.
“Whose dog is it?” asked Andy.
“It belongs to Mr. Haverick, the horse-dealer. I suppose it was quite valuable.”
“Let me see—are you not Mrs. Bennington?”
“I am. My husband sold you some wood last winter.”