But as I rose to go and she saw that I was leaving her, she began immediately a loud, almost hysterical barking, interspersed with little piteous moans and whimpers which were most painful to hear.
I did not know what to do, so I began to cry myself, and then I knelt down beside her and began again my useless effort to release her.
The sun by now was sinking low, although there would be light for an hour or two yet.

I guessed that it must be seven o'clock, and I knew that my grandmother would be uneasy about me, and that presently my grandfather would have to be told, and the whole household would be anxious.

What was I to do?
I could not even think that they would come this way looking for me, since they had not known of my intention of coming home by Daly's Wood and the postern.
I was in the greatest perplexity and distress, and I never was so glad in my life as when I heard a shout close at hand.

I believe that if it had been Richard Dawson himself I should have welcomed him at that moment.
"Come this way, please," I called out.

"My dog is caught in a trap and I cannot leave her." I heard some one come as I had come, on hands and knees, through the undergrowth; then he emerged into the little glade and stood upright, the grass and the leaves about his clothing.
He did not look at me at first, but came, with that clucking of the tongue against the palate which we use in Ireland as a sound of pity and concern, to the rescue of the dog.