Arabella clasped the arm of Johanna, but with a strength that only the immense amount of mental excitement she was suffering from could have given her. Johanna freed herself from the hold of her friend, and dashing from the doorway, was in another moment lost to the sight of Arabella in the barber's shop.
"What now?" cried Todd, fiercely, as Johanna bounded into the shop so hurriedly.
"Nothing, sir—only the dog."
"Bolt the door—bolt the door."
"Yes, sir."
Todd wiped his brow.
"That infernal dog," he muttered, "will be the death of me yet; and so, Charley, the malignant beast flew at you, did he? the savage will attack you, will he?"
"Yes, sir, so it seems."
"We will kill it. I should like to cut its throat. It would be a pleasure, Charley. How strange that strong poisons have no effect upon that dog. Curses on it!"
"Indeed, sir."