Our young folks [serial] . him, about as high as his breast. Bull, as Jack had expected,leaped up and seized it with his teeth ; in which exposed position he receivedfull in his stomach so sudden and well directed a kick from Jacks heavyfarm-shoe, that he loosed his hold and rolled over, yelping, on the ground. Sick him ! go in ! tear him ! roared Duffer, running to the rescue. The dorg, however, had had his courage quite kicked out of him withhis breath, and nothing could induce him to renew the attack. Whiningand limping, or rather crawling, he slunk back to his master, who gave himanother f
Our young folks [serial] . him, about as high as his breast. Bull, as Jack had expected,leaped up and seized it with his teeth ; in which exposed position he receivedfull in his stomach so sudden and well directed a kick from Jacks heavyfarm-shoe, that he loosed his hold and rolled over, yelping, on the ground. Sick him ! go in ! tear him ! roared Duffer, running to the rescue. The dorg, however, had had his courage quite kicked out of him withhis breath, and nothing could induce him to renew the attack. Whiningand limping, or rather crawling, he slunk back to his master, who gave himanother fierce command to go in and sick, and lastly a sharp cut withthe snake-like lash, which merely sent him yelping in the opposite Duffer, infuriated, advanced upon Jack, flourishing his whip, exactlyin the way the boy had persisted in going. Jack thereupon turned back. Duffer followed him. Jack began to run,and then Duffer began to run. Jack went tumbling over the fences, and 454 A Chance for Himself. [August,. Duffer went tumbling over the fences after him. Jack ran for liberty at first,but soon he began to run from the whip ; while at each moment, as he gavesigns of failing courage, Duffers rage and thirst for vengeance increased;for nothing so excites the valorous fury of your genuine bully as the appear-ance of faint-heartedness in a foe. Beyond the street, Jack kept the shore of the pond where it swept aroundtowards the canal. He now regretted not having taken that course in thefirst place, yet he had avoided it for a good reason; there was the waste-wear in his way. The heel-path side of the canal was narrowed here to a high and steepembankment; into this was set a waste-gate in a frame of strong timbers ; andover the gate and the timbers the canal poured its surplus waters in a shin-ing cascade that fell into the pond below. This was the waste-wear, crossedby a single foot-plank, in full view of the village and of the canal, for half amile up and down. Quite
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