Part 90 (2/2)

The next ht of him, and shouted Then she shook her stick at hi way

But the boy hurried on, crossed the fields, got into the narrow lane, and then went on and on till he was able to turn into the road which divided his uncle's field and grounds from the mill-yard

No sooner had he turned into the sandy road than his ears were saluted by the dis, which was evidently soht To in that direction ”Bound to say Master Pete's hanging about so can't find him”

However, he did not stop, but trotted off in the opposite direction to have a look at Huggins's barn, which lay completely flat, the thatch scattered, and the wooden sides and rafters strewed all over the far was visible on the spot but the round patches of faggots upon which they had been raised The straw itself decorated hedges, hung in trees, and was spread over fields as far as he could see

All at once he heard a yelp, and turning, there was Pete Warboys' dog racing toward hi the sandy road, it began to bark furiously, and looked so vicious that To stone

That was sufficient; the dog yelped aloud, turned, leaped over a hedge, and ran for its life

”Awful coward, after all,”to the house, where he set to work and helped David for the rest of the day

Three ti and howling close at hand, and each ti been ”chucking that there dog bones”

”Cook says she arn't, sir, and t'other says she arn't; but I put it to you, sir, would that there dog cory?”

”Perhaps that's why he has come, David,” said To I wish him and Pete Warboys had been jolly well blowed out o' the parish last night, that I do”

That night at intervals the dog ca about the place, and kept Toht and the work of the day had told so upon him that he fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep, but only to be awakened just after sunrise by the mournful howl

CHAPTER FORTY NINE

”Oh, I can't stand this,” said To to dress, after throwing open histo see the east gradually turning red, and the clouds far up tinged and necked with orange

Then there was another low, piteous howling

”Lie down, you brute!” he shouted out of the , to be answered by a quick, yelping bark

”Perhaps Pete is not about, and the dog really is starving,” thought To as another howl broke out, more piteous and mournful than ever

”Will you be quiet!” he shouted froly, rat-tailed, low-bred dog-ruffian”

He was interrupted by a joyous, yelping bark

”That dog does want to be friends with ht Toave a loud creak, so did one of the boards, as he walked towards the staircase

”That you, Tom?” came froato, uncle,” said Toood, or old Dave would have got rid of him yesterday I shall have to try hihed to hi what Mrs Fidler would say if she could see hi beneath two or three wire covers, he pounced upon a bladebone of a shoulder ofhis cap and going out into the garden, getting to the side gate in the lane, and passing out just as the sun rose above the horizon