24 THE NUTCRACKERS OF NUTCRACKER LODGE. 



terror up and down, through the bundles of hay, between 

 barrels, and over casks ; but with the barking terrier ever 

 at his heels, and the boys running, shouting, and cheering 

 his pursuer on. He was glad at last to escape through a 

 crack, though he left half of his fine brush behind him, 

 for Master Wasp the terrier made a snap at it just as he 

 was going, and cleaned all the hair off of it, so that it was 

 bare as a rat s tail. 



Poor Featherhead limped off, bruised and beaten and be 

 draggled, with the boys and dog still after him ; and they 



