A big dog had come over the fields in vast bounds, and two rows of formidable ivory held the warrior fast.

The dog was not alone; his master, a tall and stalwart gentleman, was beside the frightened girls, with his strong grasp on the other soldier's collar.
"You drunken rascal!" said the owner of the dog, "you shall get the black hole for this to-morrow.

Tiger, my boy, let go." The dog with a growl released his hold.

"And now be off, both of you, or my dog shall tear you into mince-meat!" The drunken ruffians shrunk away discomfited, and Eeny held out both her hands to their hero.
"Oh, Doctor Danton! What should we have done without you ?" "I don't know," said the Doctor.

"You would have been in a very disagreeable predicament, I am afraid.