Part 8 (1/2)

”I've seen 'em--scores o' times,” said Tim loftily.

”Not such a good un as this, I lay. You come and see. It wouldn't take you not two minutes, and your dog'll watch the things.”

”No,” said Tim very quickly and decidedly, ”I can't leave the cart.”

”You don't trust the dog much, then. You've bin humbuggin' about him, I bet.”

”That I haven't,” said Tim angrily, ”I could trust him not to stir for hours.”

”I should just like to see yer,” sneered the boy--”I don't b'lieve yer dare leave 'im a minute. Well, I wouldn't keep a stupid cur like that!”

The taunt was more than Tim could bear. He knew that Moses would come triumphantly out of the ordeal, and besides, he would really like to go and see the clever Punch's dog in the next street; Joshua was safe for another half-hour, and the place looked so quiet and deserted. It must be safe. He would go.

He jumped down from the cart, and spoke to Moses in a certain voice:

”Watch, Moses!” he said, pointing to the parcels.

The dog looked wistfully at his master, as though suspecting something wrong or unusual, but he did not attempt to follow him; he lay down with his nose between his paws, his short ears p.r.i.c.ked, and his bright eyes keenly observant. Then the two boys set off running down the street together, and were soon out of his sight.

Half an hour later, Joshua, his business over, turned into the street where he had left his cart. There it stood still, with the horses'

heads turned towards him; but what was that choking savage growl which met his ear? Surely that was Moses' voice, though strangely stifled.

With a hoa.r.s.ely muttered oath Joshua quickened his pace to a run, stretched out his powerful arm, and seized hold of a boy about Tim's size, who, with several parcels in his arms, was trying in vain to escape. In vain--because, hanging fast on to one leg, with resolute grip and starting fiery eyes, was the faithful Moses. Every separate hair of his rough coat bristled with excitement and rage, his head was bleeding from a wound made by a kick or a blow, and he uttered all the time the half-strangled growls which Joshua had heard.

And where was Tim? Oh, sad falling off! Tim had deserted his post; he had proved less faithful than the dog Moses.

When a few minutes later he came hurrying back breathless, there were no traces of what had happened, except on Joshua's enraged red countenance and Moses' bleeding head. The strange boy, who had so easily beguiled him, had been quickly handed over to a policeman. And there were no parcels missing--thanks to Moses, but not, alas, to Tim.

Disgraced and miserable, he stood before the angry Joshua, silent in the midst of a torrent of wrathful words. He deserved every one of them.

Instant dismissal without a character was all he had to expect, and he waited trembling for his fate. But, behold, an unlooked-for intercessor! Moses, seeing Joshua's threatening att.i.tude and his dear master's downcast face, drew near to help him, and, as was his custom, stood up and put his paw on the boy's arm. Joshua looked at the dog; his silent presence pleaded eloquently in Tim's favour, and the angry tone was involuntarily softened.

”If ever a boy deserved the sack, it's you,” he said; ”and, as sure as my name's Joshua, you should have it if it wasn't for that dog o' yourn.

He's worth a score o' boys, that dog is, for he does his dooty, as well as knows what it is.”

Tim breathed again; he flung his arms round Moses' neck, who licked his face eagerly.

”Give us another chance,” he cried imploringly, ”we'll both work so hard, Moses and me, and I'll never leave the cart again. If you only won't turn us off I'll work without wage ever so long, that I will.”

”That, in course, you will,” said Joshua grimly, yet relenting, ”and you'll get a jolly good thras.h.i.+ng besides. And if you're not turned off you've got the dog to thank.”

He got up into his seat as he spoke, and Tim crept thankfully in at the back of the cart with Moses. He had, indeed, ”got the dog to thank.”

Moses had paid his debt of grat.i.tude now; he and Tim were equal.

You will be glad to hear that Tim was not dismissed, and that he used his other ”chance” well, for no amount of sharp London boys could have tempted him from his duty again. As for Moses, he was respected and trusted by everyone on the road after this, and Joshua presented him with a collar, whereon were inscribed his name and the date of the memorable fray in which he acquitted himself so well. In spite of these honours, however, all the love of his faithful heart continued to be given to Tim; who, on his part, never forgot how it was and why it was that he had ”got the dog to thank.”

STORY THREE, CHAPTER 1.