"No, you'd better not," said Tom. "I'll try to shake him off."
So he rushed about here and there, swaying his back from side to side, trying to make the turkey fall off. But the gobbler had fastened his claws in the back of Tom's ragged coat, and there he clung, now and then nipping with his strong bill Tom's head and neck.
"Here comes Splash!" cried Bunny. "He'll soon make that turkey gobbler behave."
Up the sandy beach of the lake shore came Splash racing. He had stopped to look at a little crayfish, and it had nipped his nose, so Splash was not feeling any too pleasant. Most of you children know that a crayfish is like a little lobster.
"Here, Splash! Splash!" cried Bunny. "Come and drive this bad turkey off Tom!"
"Bow-wow!" barked the big dog, as he came running.
"Tell him to hurry," begged Tom. "I can't shake him off and he's biting deep into my neck. I'm feared he'll bore a hole in it!"
"Hurry up, Splash! Hurry up!" urged Bunny.
"Bow-wow!" barked Splash again, which, I suppose, was his way of saying he would.
On he came, and, all this while, the gobbler was on top of Tom's back, gobbling away, fluttering his wings and now and then making savage pecks at the boy's shoulders and neck.