"You've no right to keep a brute like that."
At the sound of the man's voice Huldah felt a shock of surprise, and
Dick's anger increased alarmingly. Where had she heard that voice
before? She was sure it sounded familiar.
Without replying, she laid her hand on Dick's collar, and held him
close to her.
The other man grew more threatening. "I'll go to the p'lice, and
tell 'em you've got a savage dog that ought to be shot, 'cause he
isn't safe!" he shouted out, furious with anger and fear.
"He isn't savage, he's good-tempered," Huldah burst forth, at last.
"He won't hurt anybody unless they was up to no good, and--and
deserved it." She was very near the verge of tears, but she felt she
must not break down then.
"Call him good-tempered, do you? We wasn't doing anything but just
standing here, and he come along ready to fly at our throats!"
Huldah could not deny the man's statement, nor could she explain.
The men certainly seemed to be doing no harm, and Dick's behaviour
was very extraordinary. All she could do was to clutch his collar
with all her strength, and hurry away as fast as she could go.
All thoughts of the village people's looks and remarks were gone from
her mind now. She was shaking with nervousness and excitement and
fears for Dick, and could think of nothing else.
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