The other dogs came after them, biting and tearing at each other even while they were scrambling across the window-sill.
"Long Jim" ran out at the door, and had to tear down a lot of the stakes before he could drive the dogs out of the garden. When at last they went, most of the young and precious cabbages went with them. The garden looked like a mud-pile where children have been in a quarrel.
"Ain't that a shame!" exclaimed Long Jim. "Them poor Moravian brothers worked so hard to git that garden goin'! I s'pose I gotta pay for them hymn-books an' them cabbages. Where I'm a-gonna git the money t' pay f'r it all, I'm blessed if I know! I guess I'll have to see if I can git the money from Dr. Grenfell till I get paid for my fish."
Dr. Grenfell was in a cottage near by, visiting a patient. The sick man couldn't stir from his bed.
A puff of wind blew the door open, just as the hungry pack of dogs came rushing up.
Instantly Jock and Sandy halted, and sniffed a mighty, soul-satisfying sniff.
Such a nice, sweet smell of dinner as was blown on the breeze from the door!
Their whiskers twitched and their mouths watered.
Then it was just as if Jock and Sandy said to the other dogs: "Well, what about it, boys? Shall we have some more fun? Are you hungry?"
For the whole pack as though pulled by a string made a dash for the door and swept in on the Doctor and the sick man lying there.