"I see you are like the rest of them. You seemed to have such a fellow feeling for poor folks, we've concluded you were more like us than them."
"Perhaps I am, Thomas; but gentle or simple, we ought to be alike honorable. The Bible has only one code of morals for us all."
"Very few that I know pays much attention to Bible rules. But here we are at the Blakes'. I'll hitch the horse and carry in the bundles since you want them left here. Hang it, if there ain't that ugly critter of Dan's coming for us."
Thomas sprang back into the carriage, and looked a good deal alarmed as he saw me turn to meet Tiger and pat the animal's huge head.
He fawned delightedly around me, licking my gloved hand whenever he could get the chance.
"You need not be afraid, Thomas. I won't let him hurt you."
"I won't risk him. He's the crossest brute in Cavendish."
"Why, Tiger, what a character to get!"
To my surprise the dog looked up at Thomas, and uttered an angry growl.
"See, now; I believe the brute understands what I say."