St. George and St. Michael Volume II eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 213 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael Volume II.

St. George and St. Michael Volume II eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 213 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael Volume II.

The instant he was free, the fine animal went at the panther straight and fast like a bolt from a cross-bow.  But Dorothy loved him too well to lose a moment in sending even a glance after him.  Leaving him to his work, she flew to hers, which lay at the next kennel, that of an Irish wolf-hound, whose curling lip showed his long teeth to the very root, and whose fury had redoubled at the sight of his rival shooting past him free for the fight.  So wildly did he strain upon his collar, that she found it took all her strength to unclasp it.  In a much shorter time, however, than she fancied, O’Brien too was on the panther, and the sounds of cano-feline battle seemed to fill every cranny of her brain.

But now she heard the welcome cries of men and clatter of weapons.  Some, alarmed by Tom Fool, came rushing from the guard-rooms down the stair, and others, chiefly farm-servants and grooms, who had heard the frightful news from two that were in the yard when the panther bounded over the wall, were approaching from the opposite side, armed with scythes and pitchforks, the former more dangerous to their bearers than to the beast.

Dorothy, into whom, girl as she was, either Bellona or Diana, or both, had entered, was now thoroughly excited by the conflict she ruled, although she had not wasted a moment in watching it.  Having just undone the collar of the fourth dog, she was hounding him on with a cry, little needed, as she flew to let go the fifth, a small bull-terrier, mad with rage and jealousy, when the crowd swept between her and her game.  The beast was captured, and the dogs taken off him, ere the terrier had had a taste or Dorothy a glimpse of the battle.

As the men with cart-ropes dragged the panther away, terribly torn by the teeth of the dogs, and Tom Fool was following them, with his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish because of the share he had had in letting him loose, and the share he had not had in securing him again, Dorothy was looking about for her friend Marquis.  All at once he came bounding up to her, and, exultant in the sense of accomplished duty, leaped up against her, at once turning her into a sanguineous object frightful to behold; for his wounds were bad, although none of them were serious except one in his throat.  This upon examination she found so severe that to replace his collar was out of the question.  Telling him therefore to follow her, in the confidence that she might now ask for him what she would, she left the yard, went up the stair, and was crossing the stone court with the trusty fellow behind her, making a red track all the way, when out of the hall came the marquis, looking a little frightened.  He started when he saw her, and turned pale, but perceiving instantly from her look that, notwithstanding the condition of her garments, she was unhurt, he cast a glance at her now rather disreputable-looking attendant, and said,

’I told you so, mistress Dorothy!  Now I understand!  It is that precious mastiff of yours, and no panther of mine, that has been making this uproar in my quiet house!  Nay, but he looks evil enough for any devil’s work!  Prithee keep him off me.’

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