. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . e that he had really killed the widowssheep ? Then the recollection of his gentlenessto their own sheep came, and completed herperplexity. Another hour slowly tick-tocked. She hearda slight sound at the window that made herheart jump. The scratching sound was soonfollowed by the lifting of the sash, and in ashort time Wully was back in the kitchen withthe window closed behind him. By the flickering fire-light Huldah could seea strange, wild gleam in his eye, and his jawsand snowy breast were dashed with fresh dog ceased his slight pant
. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . e that he had really killed the widowssheep ? Then the recollection of his gentlenessto their own sheep came, and completed herperplexity. Another hour slowly tick-tocked. She hearda slight sound at the window that made herheart jump. The scratching sound was soonfollowed by the lifting of the sash, and in ashort time Wully was back in the kitchen withthe window closed behind him. By the flickering fire-light Huldah could seea strange, wild gleam in his eye, and his jawsand snowy breast were dashed with fresh dog ceased his slight panting as he scrutin-ized the girl. Then, as she did not move, helay down, and began to lick his paws and muz-zle, growling lowly once or twice as though atthe remembrance of some recent occurrence, Huldah had seen enough. There could nolonger be any doubt that Jo was right and more—a new thought flashed into her quick brain,she realized that the weird fox of Monsal wasbefore her. Raising herself, she looked straightat Wully, and exclaimed : 301. Wully Wully! Wully! so its a* true—oh, Wully,ye terrible brute. Her voice was fiercely reproachful, it rang inthe quiet kitchen, and Wully recoiled as thoughshot. He gave a desperate glance toward theclosed window. His eye gleamed, and his manebristled. But he cowered under her gaze, andgrovelled on the floor as though begging formercy. Slowly he crawled nearer and nearer,as if to lick her feet, until quite close, then,with the fury of a tiger, but without a sound,he sprang for her throat. The girl was taken unawares, but she threwup her arm in time, and Wullys long, gleamingtusks sank into her flesh, and grated on the bone. Help! help! feyther ! feyther! sheshrieked. Wully was a light weight, and for a momentshe flung him off. But there could be no mis-taking his purpose. The game was up, it washis life or hers now. Feyther ! feyther! she screamed, as theyellow fury, striving to kill her, bit and torethe unprotected hands that had so
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