“Yes,” said Abel fiercely, “and the first time we can. But where’s the dog? Can that be he in the distance?”
A faint baying sound, followed by what sounded like revolver shots, several in succession, was heard. Then once more all was still for a few moments, when the firing began again.
Chapter Thirty Seven.
When sleep is Master.
“Hear that?” cried Abel excitedly. “The scoundrel! The ruffian! He’s firing at the dog.”
“Yes, my son,” said Tregelly quietly; “and I’m not surprised, for old Scruff can be pretty nasty when he likes.”
“But you don’t stir. Are we going to stand here and listen to that poor brute being murdered?”
“It would be about madness to go after him, my son,” said Tregelly, coolly; “and after all, he isn’t likely to hit the dog in the dark.”