Outing . eady dis-torted neck. The effort was too muchfor him. He reeled a second convulsive-ly, then spun around and with wag-ging tail and foolish countenance dashedstraight at Sid to get a grip on that stick. In a desperate attempt to corral himbefore he turned clean around I snappedthe bulb, but he was moving too fast formy twenty-fifth of a second exposure,and he galloped clean across the negative,a hazy, imbecilic dog with many legs. The darned old cuss, roared in blazes couldnt he stand still?Ill fool him this time. And withoutmore ado my partner dashed off throughthe brush, run
Outing . eady dis-torted neck. The effort was too muchfor him. He reeled a second convulsive-ly, then spun around and with wag-ging tail and foolish countenance dashedstraight at Sid to get a grip on that stick. In a desperate attempt to corral himbefore he turned clean around I snappedthe bulb, but he was moving too fast formy twenty-fifth of a second exposure,and he galloped clean across the negative,a hazy, imbecilic dog with many legs. The darned old cuss, roared in blazes couldnt he stand still?Ill fool him this time. And withoutmore ado my partner dashed off throughthe brush, running in a circle whichwould bring him back to a point nearwhere I stood. Ill outrun the fool,shouted Sid, and when I lap him, putthe high speed on your blunderbuss andcatch us both. I saw at once that the scheme wasntpractical, but my shouts to that effectwere lost on Sid who was wholly en-grossed in doing a marathon about thatunmarked circle of brush with the an-cient George galloping stiff-legged at his. GEORDIE SQUATTED. TERRIFIED, CLOSE TO THE GROUND. heels. It took three laps to convince Sidthat though George might be enfeebled,he still had a fair sized sprint left in him. Now wouldnt that shatter yourpatience, puffed the corkin stuck. No, were not, I retorted. Youstand still there, and Ill fix the brute. Clutching Geordie in my arms I car-ried him ten paces away, set him down, and intimidated him with threatenedcuffs and kicks. He remained squattingclose to earth. Then while I stayednear enough to have him still feel my in-fluence, I instructed Sid to obtain aheavy stick, which he handed to me. Now, you go up close to him, so hewont beat it as I get back in position,I said. When I heave this big clubinto the brush ahead of him, hell prick 159
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