"What's the matter, Caesar?" shouted his young master.
"Good dog!" said Harry, soothingly, in momentary fear that the
brute would bite him.
But Caesar was not to be cajoled by flattery. "Bow, wow, wow!" he
answered, opening his large mouth, and displaying a formidable set
of teeth.
"Good dog! I'd like to choke him!" added Harry, in an undertone to
himself.
There was another volley of barks, which seemed likely to be followed
by an attack. Just at this moment, however, luckily for our hero,
the dog's master came up.
"Why, Caesar," he called, "what is the matter with you?"
"Please take your dog away," said Harry. "I am afraid he will bite
me."
"Who are you?" inquired the boy, in surprise.
"Come and untie these cords, and I will tell you."
"What! Are you tied?"
"Yes, hand and foot."
"Who did it?" asked the boy, in increasing surprise.
"I don't know his name, but he robbed me of my pocketbook before
doing it."
"What, a robber around here!" exclaimed the boy, incredulous.
"Yes; I met him first over in Carmansville. Thank you; now my feet
if you please. It seems good to be free again"; and Harry swung his
arms, and jumped up and down to bring back the sense of warmth to
his chilled limbs.
"Is this horse yours?" asked the boy.
"Yes; I took up the man and he promised to show me the road to
Pentland."
"This isn't the road to Pentland.
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