e roared. "Let go--let--go!"

He dragged at the furious beast, while Dinass wrenched himself away.
Then there was a struggle, and Gwyn roared out,--

"Open the door, Joe. Quick! I can't hold him."

The door was flung open, and, with the dog fighting desperately to get
free, Gwyn hung on to the collar, passed quickly, and dragged the dog
after him right out of the office; then swung him round and round,
turning himself as on a pivot, let go, and the animal went flying,
while, before he could regain his feet, Gwyn had darted inside and
banged-to the door, standing against it panting.

"I don't think you need want to come back here, Master Tom Dinass," he
cried.

_Bang_!

The dog had dashed himself at the door, and now stood barking furiously
till his master ran to the window and opened it.

"Go home, sir!" he roared; but the dog barked and bayed at him, raised
his feet to the sill, and would have sprung in, had not Gwyn nearly
closed the sash. "Go home, sir!" he shouted again; and after a few more
furiously given orders, the dog's anger burned less fiercely. He began
to whine as if protesting, and finally, on receiving a blow from a
walking cane thrust through the long slit between sash and window-sill,
he uttered a piteous yelp, lowered his tail, and went off home.

"Don't seem to take to me somehow, Mr Gwyn, sir," said the man. "The
chaps used to set him again' me."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I aren't hurt, but I wonder he didn't get it. Puts a man's monkey
up and makes him forget whose dorg it is."

"Look here, Tom Dinass," said Gwyn, quickly. "Did you ever forget whose
dog he was, and ill-use him?"

"Me, Mr Gwyn, sir? Now is it likely?" protested the man.

"Yes; very likely; he flew at you. Did you hurt him that time when he
was found down the man-engine?"

"Why, that's what Mr Joe Jollivet said, sir, ever so long ago, and I
telled him I'd sooner have cut off my right-hand. 'Taren't likely as
I'd do such a thing to a good young master's dog."

"Now, no cant, sir, because I don't believe in it. Look here, you'd
better go somewhere else and get work."

"Can't, sir," said the man, bluntly; "and as for the dog, if you'll let
me come back and tell him it's friends he'll soon get used to me again.
I seem to belong to this mine, and I couldn't be happy nowheres else.
Don't say you won't speak for a poor fellow, Mr Gwyn, sir. You know I
always did my work, and I was always ready to row or pull at