Oh, you thieves and cowards!"
Her voice rang out clear and loud, but how much the men heard no one
will ever know. Probably they did not stay to hear much, for the
last thing they wanted was to meet people, or to run any risk of
being seen.
The wheels drew nearer, then the vicarage pony-carriage came round
the bend. For one moment Miss Carew stared bewildered at the group
in the middle of the road, the little blue-clad girl, the yellow dog,
and the basket of groceries all on the ground in the dust together;
then she saw that something was wrong, and sprang out quickly to
their assistance.
"Why, brownie! What has happened?" she cried, alarmed. "Dick, oh,
poor old doggie, whatever have you been doing?"
Well she might ask, for poor Dick was covered with dust. He had a
lump on his head, and a cut on his shoulder, and he could not help
whining, as he made another effort to rise to greet her.
Then, amidst sobs and tears Huldah told her story, and Dick meanwhile
looked up at her, a little protecting whimper escaping him from time
to time. Now that the strain was over, and relief had come, Huldah
broke down completely for a time. She was trembling in every limb,
and was white to the lips. Miss Rose saw that the best thing for
them both was to get them home as quickly as possible.
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