“Gwyn has had enough for once. Oh, and, by the way, I have had quite enough of that dog. If ever I find him scratching and tearing my garden about again, I’ll pepper him with shot.”
The boy smiled and looked at his mother.
“Oh, you may laugh, sir, at your foolish, indulgent father. I don’t know what I could have been about to let you keep him. What do you want with a great collie?”
“He’s such a companion, father; and see how clever he is after rabbits!”
“Matter of opinion,” said the Colonel. “I don’t suppose the rabbits think so. Well, mind this: I will not have him tearing about among my young fruit trees.”
Chapter Two.
A Deep Investigation.
Breakfast ended, Gwyn went straight off to the yard with half a fish and some bread; but before he came in sight, there was the rattle of a chain, a burst of barking, and a handsome collie dog, with long silky ears and a magnificent frill of thick hair about his neck, stood upon hind-legs at the full extent of the chain, and tried hard to strangle himself with his collar.