The Morris boys were all out in the street only half clad and shivering with cold, and the Drurys' coachman, with no hat on, and his hair sticking up all over his head, was running about with a lantern.
The neighbors' houses were all lighted up, and a good many people were hanging out of their windows and opening their doors, and calling to each other to know what all this noise meant.
When the policeman appeared with Jim and me at his heels, quite a crowd gathered around him to hear his part of the story.

Jim and I dropped on the ground panting as hard as we could, and with little streams of water running from our tongues.

We were both pretty well used up.

Jim's back was bleeding in several places from the stones that Jenkins had thrown at him, and I was a mass of bruises.
Presently we were discovered, and then what a fuss was made over us.
"Brave dogs! noble dogs!" everybody said, and patted and praised us.

We were very proud and happy, and stood up and wagged our tails, at least Jim did, and I wagged what I could.