I was waked by feeling myself dragged along the ground, and finding my foot in what felt like a vise.

I caught hold of a tree, and held on until it seemed as though my arms would be pulled out.

I yelled as loud as I could all the time, while the 'gator pulled.

He twisted my foot until I thought the bones must be broken, and that I must let go.
Then you came, Mark, and that's all I remember until I was in the canoe, and you were paddling up the river." "Was that the first time you were ever in that canoe ?" asked Mark, a new suspicion dawning in his mind.
"No; I had used her 'most every night, and one night I went as far as St.Mark's in her." "What made you bring the canoe back at all ?" asked Mrs.Elmer.
"'Cause everybody round here would have known her, and known that I had stole her if they'd seen me in her," answered the boy.
"And did you shoot poor Bruce ?" asked Ruth.
"Who's Bruce ?" "Why, our dog.

He came to us more than a week ago, shot so bad that he could hardly walk." "Yes, I shot him because he wouldn't go into the water and fetch out a duck I had wounded; but his name is Jack.