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milkman and were first to greet him ; this day 

 only Rebecca was there. 



" I wish I knew," I answered ; " he ran off 

 in the night dragging his chain, and we don't 

 know what has become of him." 



" There 's a big brown dog that looks just 

 like yours chained to the sidewalk over yonder 

 beyond Mr. Black's." 



He jerked his head in the direction whence 

 the yelping sounds had come. 



Uncle Edwards was then spending a few days 

 with us. He was one of those people who be- 

 lieve that sooner or later all dogs go mad, and 

 that it is as much as one's life is worth to come 

 within ten feet of them. He and Bruno were 

 on the most distant terms of mutual toleration. 



But I was desperate. Julius had not come, 

 and I must be at home in case Bruno did arrive 

 hungry, thirsty, and footsore. There was no 

 help for it ; I must ask assistance from Uncle 

 Edwards. 



He was a gentleman of the old school, always 

 obliging and courteous. He would bow politely 

 and pick up a loaded shell with burning fuse 

 attached, if asked to do so by a lad} r . 



He readily agreed to go round by Mr. Black's 

 to see if by any chance the "big brown dog 



