Look again!
Hark! I can catch the faint sound of that sharp, joyous bark sent back to cheer his little master’s heart.
And now he is gone!
I see him not; but as the twine runs through my hands, I can almost feel every throb of that dear, stout heart!
Steadily he keeps at his work, for steadily and rapidly the reel spins round.
Crack!
There goes our keel in twain.
Quick, good Bulger; the end is near!
But look!
What means that commotion on shore?