“Eh? Oh, I never thought of that. I wanted to catch him so that you might have a bit of fun.”
“But now we have caught him?”
“Well, dunno, my lad. Might take him home and chain him up. Turn down a barrel to make him a kennel; he can bark.”
“Oh, nonsense! We can’t do that.”
“He’s no good to eat, though they say the savages eat ’em. Here, I know; let’s take him home, and ask master what’s to be done with him.”
“Take him home?” I faltered.
“Ay, to be sure. I’ll lead him by the string, and you can come behind and give him a poke with the pole when he won’t go. Ought by rights to have two ropes, like they do at home with a vicious cow; then when he ran at me, you could pull; and when he ran at you, I could pull him back.”
“But we haven’t two ropes. That isn’t long enough to cut, and I can’t stop him if he runs at you.”
“Might pull his tail,” said Morgan.
“Ugh!” I ejaculated, as I recalled the use the creature could make of it, giving blows that I knew would knock me off my feet.