Mrs.Jenkins came and stood at the house door crying, but making no effort to help her husband.
"Bring me a towel," the young man cried to her, after he had stretched Jenkins, bruised and frightened, on the ground.

She snatched off her apron and ran down with it, and the young man wrapped me in it, and taking me carefully in his arms, walked down the path to the gate.

There were some little boys standing there, watching him, their mouths wide open with astonishment.

"Sonny," he said to the largest of them, "if you will come behind and carry this dog, I will give you a quarter." The boy took me, and we set out.

I was all smothered up in a cloth, and moaning with pain, but still I looked out occasionally to see which way we were going.