If you don't choose to come down, why then you may stay there, and I'll answer for it, as soon as work is done I shall find you safe enough." "What can be done," thought Jack, "with a man who will not listen to argument?
What a world is this!--however, he'll not find me here when he comes back, I've a notion." But in this Jack was mistaken.

The farmer walked to the hedge, and called to a boy, who took his orders and ran to the farmhouse.

In a minute or two a large bull-dog was seen bounding along the orchard to his master.

"Mark him, Caesar," said the farmer to the dog, "mark him." The dog crouched down on the grass with his head up, and eyes glaring at Jack, showing a range of teeth that drove all our hero's philosophy out of his head.
"I can't wait here, but Caesar can, and I will tell you, as a friend, that if he gets hold of you, he'll not leave a limb of you together,--when work's done I'll come back"; so saying, the farmer walked off, leaving Jack and the dog to argue the point, if so inclined.

What a sad jade must philosophy be, to put her votaries in such predicaments! After a while the dog laid his head down and closed his eyes, as if asleep, but Jack observed that at the least movement on his part one eye was seen partially to unclose; so Jack, like a prudent man, resolved to remain where he was.