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Continued From Pagé.91.
"Hey, Bustor man," he faltered, "go away home.. Go home now,, when I tell 'ee."
But all his perauitator was in vain. Completely exhausted, be sat down at last to await miserably the arrival of Bulkley, Presently, he saw him coming down the road.
"Thought I'd find him here,” he raid. "We enn't have this sort o' thing, guffer. He'll have to be. cured." And, suddenly seizing the dog by its collur, ho laid into it with the hunting-crop.
Buster never made a sound, Rut
Varley, with pathetically help lass attempts to stay Bulkley's band. gave out a horrible, animal-like whimpor. He was calmer when Bulkley went, and he said, punting: "Mark my wortis,, Bulkley Buster won't stand for the whip. It' break his heart. Dan't 'ce do it, man. don't 'ee do it."
BY GOLLY!
WUZ ON
THAT TRAIN-
I WISH I
I
"A good leathering," said Bulk- ley, "never hurt no dug. It'll teach
him who's hoяs."
1
I'VE GOT TO GIT TO DINTY'S TO:NIGHT: HE'S GIVIN' A DINNER "TO "GABBY" MORAN.
IN HONOR OF HIS
STAYIN'OUTOʻJAIL FER A YEAR-I'LL ASK MAGGIE IF IKIN'GO-
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MAGGIE! Twuz THINKIN
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HOW MANY TIMES MUST
TELLYOU-I'LL DO THE THINKING IN THIS FAMILY? GET YOUR THINGS ON. WE ARE GOING CALL ON MR. AND MRS. HUGH KINHAVUM-
COME ON- DON'T ACT LIKEA CHILD, STANDING THERE
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Within a month old Varley knew that he had sold Buster into misery." Every other day Tiny Smeeth, a lad who worked for Bulkley, brought reports of Buster's stoicism under punishment. E just lays on his belly and shuts the eyes of him with never a yelp, and no sound out of him but the skelp of old Bulkley's crop." And, with a face grey as ashes, "God save him! God sayo him" old Varley would mutter, as he saw the fearful picture in his
- mind's eye.
One day, Bulkley, out in the woods with his gun, tripped over a fallen branch that had jammed be- tween two saplings. He fell heavily, and in falling brought his head with a crash against a tree. Aj weighty man, the blow stunned him. He lay spread-cagled on the dead! leaves.
Buster nosed him, then sat down with his head between his paws. When Bulkley came to it was pitch dark. Further, a thick fog had rolled along the valley, blutting out things so effectively that Bulkley. couldn't see his hand before him.
*
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*
He realised as he arse that he,
voulin't move a step without Bus- ter. Not only would he be walking) around in a ircle all the night: there was the danger of walking Into Simpson's quarry, with its sheer drop of a hundred feet or so.
He found a piece of string in his. pocket, secure the dog, and picked up his gun..
"Now, Ind." he said, "home," and waited to follow the dog's unerring senac.
Buster swung round, east about, and struck off to the left.
They found man and dog at the bottom of the quarry on the follow ing day; the quarry which was not) in the direction of his home, but; between the wood and old Varley's! cottage. Bulkley had broken pretty well every bone in his body, and was dead. But Buster. as by a miracle, had survived with no morej than a bruising.
And when the lad Smeeth brought the news to niti Varley, a gleam came into his eyes. "Ah!" he quavered, shaking his old head. "I said so. I told him. Buster wouldn't stand for the whip."
THE END.
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