“Yes.”
“And what did he do?”
“He jumped over a stone wall.”
“Perhaps he didn’t have a stick with him,” said Tom considerately. “I shouldn’t like to have tackled the brute without that.”
“Yes; James had a gun. He had just come from hunting.”
“All I can say is, that it isn’t my style,” said Tom. “Do you see how he froths at the mouth? I believe the dog was mad.”
“How fearful!” exclaimed Mary, with a shudder. “Did you suspect that before?”
“Yes, I suspected it when I first saw him.”
“And yet you dared to meet him?”
“It was safer than to run. I wonder whose dog it is?”