"There, good dog, good dog!" to Dido, who was fawning upon him.

"Let me see! She goes a little lame, but there is no harm done.

She will be quite well in a day or two.
And this shall do no further damage." I suppose it was no great thing, seeing that the trap was old and rusty, but it seemed to me a great feat of strength when his long fingers tore it apart and flung the two halves into the bushes.
"They are murderous things," he said.

"Every man who laid one should himself be caught in it." "I am grateful to you for ever," I said.

"What would I have done if you had not been at hand?
I could not leave Dido.