“You come botherin’ around here,” said Liz, desperately, “an’ I’ll let him fly at ye!”
CHAPTER XXIV
THE BARNACLE TREES SOMETHING AT LAST
Both the girls of Central High, and their brothers and boy friends, in the camp across the lake, had believed the Barnacle to be “all bluff.” He was a fine dog for barking, as Short and Long had said, but he acted as though he thought his teeth had been given him for chewing his food, and for nothing else.
The savage way in which he bayed the sheriff, however, and tried to get at him as Liz held him in leash, was really surprising. It was no wonder that Sheriff Larkin started back and cried out in alarm.
“Don’t you dare set that dawg on me, young woman!” he cried. “I’ll have the law on yer, if yer do.”
“He’ll chaw yer up if I let him go,” threatened Liz. “Git out o’ here!”
“Why, Lizzie!” gasped Mrs. Morse, coming to the door of the cabin, and speaking to the girl in a most amazed tone. “What does this mean?” 202