now with calmer pulses, I proceeded on my way to the Blakes’.  But a new alarm awaited me; for I recollected Daniel would be at home now, and Tiger, his constant companion, would be somewhere in his vicinity.  The dog was a huge creature, capable of tearing me to pieces in a very short time if he was so inclined.  Folding my arms tightly in the skirt of my dress, I presently heard Tiger approaching, giving an occasional savage growl.  I called him to me with as much simulated affection in the tones of my voice as I could command, and walked straight for the kitchen door.  I put my hand on the latch, not daring to hesitate long enough to knock, when he caught my sleeve in his teeth.  Half beside myself with terror, I called to Mrs. Blake, and in a second or two the door opened and Daniel was peering out curiously into my white face.  The light from the lamp in his hand shone full on the dog holding my sleeve in his white, long teeth.  Daniel’s slow brain scarce took in the situation, but his mother, who sat where she could look directly at us, caught up the tongs and gave Tiger a blow he probably remembered to his dying day.  He dropped my dress and slunk silently away into the darkness.  Instantly I felt sorry for him.  “Won’t you call him back,” I cried.  “He thought he was doing his duty, and he took care not to put his teeth in my arm.”

“It seems to me your heart is a leetle too tender of the brute; he might have skeered you to death,” Daniel said, as he went out after his dog to see how heavy damage the tongs had inflicted.

“I should not have come here so late; it was I and not the dog who was to blame,” I gasped, as I sank into Mrs. Blake’s rocking-chair.

“I’ve wanted Daniel to put the critter away; he’s been offered fifty dollars for him, but he’s kind of lonesome, and refuses the offer.”

Mrs. Blake was looking at me closely.  I knew she was curious to know what brought me there at that unusual hour, so I hastened to explain, and asking her would she go with me to the Widow Larkum’s while I told her of the help I expected to afford, and also of my mishaps on the way there.

“Not to-night, dearie.  These roads ain’t none too safe after night for women folks.  It’s a mercy you tumbled over the fence.  My! what would Mr. Winthrop say if he knowed?” she questioned solemnly.

“But he will never know, if I can get back safely.”

“Dan’el and me’ll go with you, and take Tiger and the lantern.  They’re all afraid of the dog, if I haven’t lamed him.”

She went to the door and called Daniel.  He came in presently, with Tiger limping after him.

“You give him an unmerciful blow; a leetle more and he’d never barked again.”

“Bring him in and I’ll give him a bone and rub the sore place with liniment.”

“Let me feed him,” I begged.  “I want to make friends with him.”

“You’d best not put your hands on him.  He don’t make free with strangers.”