"Suppose he had attacked me, would you have come out to help me?"
"I don't know, sir, but I hope so."
"You're not sure."
"No, sir."
"And we're pals," said Mr. Devering. "I could have staked my worldly all on your standing by me—one can never tell."
He looked thoughtfully down at the grass, and the poor lamb standing on three legs stared patiently up at him.
Mr. Devering had forgotten him for the minute. The boy's wound was of more importance than the lamb's.
"What kind of wolves have you read about?" he asked presently.
"Fierce wild wolves like the Russian ones who pursued the sledge, and the servant threw himself out to save his master."
Mr. Devering said nothing. He just stared and Dallas began to howl just like a human wolf, "Oh! I feel yellow—I should have stood by you," then he flung himself on the grass and began to kick and bite.