Blissfully he stooped again, closing his eyes to the cool drip of the water, but scarcely had they felt its chill relief when a sharp bark caused them to fly open with disconcerting suddenness--the avenging angel had returned, and with her was an avenging dog! Seen through the mist, the dog appeared to be a bull pup of ferocious aspect.
"I am sorry," the cool voice had no ruth in it, "but it is my duty not to allow tramps upon these grounds.

If you will not go, I must ask the dog--" "ASK the dog!" In spite of his aching head the tramp (now no longer pedestrian) laughed weakly.
"Oh, please don't ask him!" he entreated.

"He looks too awfully willing! Besides, I begin to perceive that my presence is not desired.

Naturally I scorn to remain." Very slowly he raised himself from the damp pump platform by means of the red pump-handle.

In this manner he achieved an upright position without much difficulty and all might have gone well had he behaved like a proper tramp.