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' Pick him up, master ; you'll hev to loose his holt, 

 for dead as he be he's got him under the ear. This 

 'ere night's work about winds my pig up, I can tell 



ye.' 



Picking Ginger up, and holding him in his arms, 

 the keeper stood in silence. Presently a slight move- 

 ment took place in the body of the terrier, and with a 

 low whimper and one long-drawn breath he opened 

 his eyes, and then licked the face of his master. 



'Jim! hoora ! houra! Ginger's alive; oh, my 

 precious Ginger ! oh, ain't you tore about ! Give us 

 Nipper, an' shove that cusnation warmint in the sack 

 an' let's git back fur to doctor these 'ere poor things. 

 We'll git 'em round, if 'tis to be done. Look 'ere, 

 Jim, did ye ever? they ain't hurt much ; they're try in' 

 their werry hardest ter get out o' my hands ter hev 

 another go at him ! I don't think as there's sich 

 another pair o' tarriers as these 'ere two, no, not 

 nowheres : there can't be ! Ye've got that murderin' 

 warmint ? ' 



' Yes, he's in the sack.' 



4 Then look sharp ! we'll cut out o' this ; come on ! 

 an' next time as master wants a badger fur one o' his 

 friends, somebody else's tarriers '11 hev to drive un. 

 The fust one as we got out was that old warmint's 

 missus an' her cubs. That was a diggin' job, as we 



