g growls, was swung round from her, and the dog
lifted by the back of the neck in the air, struggling and kicking
violently.

Everyone had given back; Hippolyta had thrown herself on Eustace, who
drew her back, crowding on us, into the porch; Harold, still holding
the dog at arm's length, made his voice heard in steady tones, "Will
some one give me my other glove?"

One hand, that which grasped the dog, was gloved, but the free hand was
bare, and it was Dora who first understood, saw the glove at his feet,
sprang to his side, and held it up to him, while he worked his hand
into it, and she pulled it on for him. Then he transferred his grasp
from one hand to the other, and in that moment the powerful bloodhound
made a desperate struggle, and managed to get one paw on the ground,
and writhe itself round so as to fly at his face and make its teeth
actually meet in his beard, a great mouthful of which it tore out, and
we saw it champing the hairs, as he again swung it up, so that it could
only make frantic contortions with its body and legs, while he held it
at arm's length with the iron strength of his wrists.

This had taken hardly three seconds, and in that time Jack Horsman and
a keeper or two had been able to come up, but no one unarmed could give
efficient aid, and Harold said, "I'll take him to the yard."

Mr. Horsman led the way, and as the keepers followed with several of
the gentlemen, I was forced to let Harold vanish, carrying at arm's
length that immense dog, still making horrible rabid struggles.

I don't clearly remember how we got back to the house. Somebody had
fainted, I believe, and there was much confusion; but I know nothing
but that there was the report of a pistol, and, almost immediately
after, I saw Harold coming up to the hall door with Dora lying back in
his arms. Then my eyes and ears grew clear, and I flew forward to ask
the dreadful question. "No," he said, "she is only a little upset."
Unperceived, that child had followed him down, holding the broken chain
in which he might have tripped, and had stood by even while he set the
poor beast on his feet, and held it for the merciful death shot. It
seemed that her purpose had been to suck the wound if he had been
bitten, and when once she heard Mr. Horsman exclaim, "All safe, thank
God!" she clung to Harold with an inarticulate gasp, in one of those
hysterical agonies by which her womanhood from time to time asserted
itself. She could not