The dog dropped to the ground, but immediately made another dash.

Frank was fortunate in getting in a lick that stretched the animal quivering on the ground.
He could hear Rattleton and Robinson whooping wildly, but he knew no time was to be lost in getting away, so he caugh up the gobbler and ran.
Frank heard the farmer calling for him to stop, but, with Mr.Gobbler dangling on his back, he fled the faster.
The gun spoke, but he was not touched, and he did not stop to look around, so he did not know how Harry had saved him.
Three-quarters of an hour later the five fellows who had started out on the turkey chase met on the outskirts of New Haven.

They came up one at a time, Rattleton being the last to appear.

There was a general feeling of relief when it was found that all were there safe and sound.
It was decided that they should go into the city one at a time, taking different routes.

Frank believed he could reach the house without being stopped, although it would be no very easy job.
He was remarkably successful until he was on York Street and close to Mrs.Harrington's.