Wully 



"Wully ! Wully ! so it's a' true — oh, Wully, 

 ye terrible brute." 



Her voice was fiercely reproachful, it rang in 

 the quiet kitchen, and Wully recoiled as though 

 shot. He gave a desperate glance toward the 

 closed window. His eye gleamed, and his mane 

 bristled. But he cowered under her gaze, and 

 grovelled on the floor as though begging for 

 mercy. Slowly he crawled nearer and nearer, 

 as if to lick her feet, until quite close, then, 

 with the fury of a tiger, but without a sound, 

 he sprang for her throat. 



The girl was taken unawares, but she threw 

 up her arm in time, and Wully's long, gleaming 

 tusks sank into her flesh, and grated on the bone. 



"Help! help! feyther ! feyther ! " she 

 shrieked. 



Wully was a light weight, and for a moment 

 she flung him off. But there could be no mis- 

 tatdng his purpose. The game was up, it was 

 his life or hers now. 



"Feyther! feyther! " she screamed, as the 

 yellow fury, striving to kill her, bit and tore 

 the unprotected hands that had so often fed 

 him. 



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