CHAPTER XII.
TONY ON THE WAR-PATH.
"She did it all," said Harry, when they had told the tale to half the village, on the store-porch.
"I!" exclaimed Kate.

"Rob, you mean." "That's a good dog," said Mr.Darby, the storekeeper; "what'll you take for him ?" "Not for sale," said Harry.
"Rob's all very well," remarked Tony Kirk; "but it won't do to have a feller like that in the woods, a fright'nin' the children.

I'd like to know who he is." Just at this moment Uncle Braddock made his appearance, hurrying along much faster than he usually walked, with his eyes and teeth glistening in the sunshine.
"I seed him!" he cried, as soon as he came up.
"Who'd you see ?" cried several persons.
"Oh! I seed de dog after him, and I come along as fas' as I could, but couldn't come very fas'.

De ole wrapper cotch de wind." "Who was it ?" asked Tony.
"I seed him a-runnin'.

Bress my soul! de dog like to got him!" "But who was he, Uncle Braddock ?" said Mr.Loudon, who had just reached the store from his house, where Kate, who had run home, had told the story.