Do the dog good.

Do you want to take her ?" "Yes," I said eagerly.
The handsome, black, curly-haired retriever barked furiously, for she saw that we were looking at her.
Mr Solomon nodded, and I ran and unbuckled the dog's collar, having my face licked by way of thanks.
As I threw the chain over the kennel Juno bounded up at the horse and then rushed at the gate, barking furiously.

Then she rushed back, and charged at all the other dogs, barking as if saying, "Come along, lads, we're off." But the big gates were set open, Juno rushed out, there was a final word or two from Mr Solomon, who said: "I sha'n't be surprised if you are very late." Then the dogs set up a dismal howl as the cart rumbled out over the stones, and in chorus they seemed to say: "Oh what a shame!" Then I looked back, and saw Mr Solomon in the moonlight shutting the gates, and I was trudging along beside Ike, close to the horse; and it almost seemed, in the stillness of the night, with the cart rattling by us and the horse's hoofs sounding loud and clear on the hard road, that we were bound for Covent Garden.
"But where's Shock ?" I said all at once.
Ike gave his head a jerk towards the cart, and I ran and looked over the tailboard, to see a heap of sacks and some straw, but no Shock.

In one corner, though, there was a strongly made boot, and I took hold of that, to find it belonged to something alive, for its owner began to kick fiercely.
"Better jump in, my lad," said Ike, and we did so, when, the seat having been set right so as to balance the weight, Ike gave a chirrup, and we went off at a good round trot.
"Let him be," said Ike as I drew his attention to the heap of straw and sacks.

"He goes best when you let him have his own way.