struggled
The noise aroused the inmates of the house, which was near by. Soon a voice was heard:
“Tige! Tige! what’s the matter out there?”
It was a man who spoke.
“Help! for God’s sake!” cried Carlos.
“Who are you?” asked the voice.
“Call the dog off!” cried Carlos. “My strength is nearly gone!”
The man advanced, carrying a lantern, and peering cautiously ahead of him. He seemed in no hurry to relieve Carlos from his unpleasant position, but looked around as if to assure himself that no one else was about. Having become satisfied on this point, he exclaimed:
“There, Tige, get off. Get off, I say!” giving him a savage kick in the side.
Carlos let go his hold, and the dog, giving a short yelp, ran under the buggy, and seated himself on his haunches, glaring out at them with hungry eyes.
Carlos sank back on the ground and fainted.
“Well, who be you, anyhow?” asked the man.
Receiving no reply, he bent over the prostrate body, and, seeing that it was unconscious, he said:
“I’ll call Kit. Here—go into the house, you hound!”
The dog slunk on ahead of his master, peering backward, first one side, and then the other, with wicked eyes. On arriving at the door, the man roared:
“Kit! Oh, here you are. I should have thought the infernal noise would ha’ ’woke you.”
“It did,” responded a female voice. “What is the matter?”
“A young chap’s out here on the ground that has had a tussle with Tige. He’s gone clear away, and we’ll have to bring him in, I s’pose?”
“Oh, yes! It’s a dreadful night. You carry him in,
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