For instead of being Kitty McGuire, it was Molly Mulligan! The owld praist wasn't so bad after all.

He had told Kitty and Molly of Tom's plans, and they had fixed the matter atween thim.
"Wal, the praist laughed, and Tom looked melancholier than iver; but purty soon he laughed too, and took the praist's advice to make the bist of the bargain.

Whisht!" Teddy paused abruptly, for he heard a prolonged but faint halloo.

It was, evidently, the call of his master, and indicated the direction of the camp.

He replied at once, and without thinking one moment of the prowling brute which might be upon him instantly, he passed beyond the protecting circle of his fire, and dashed off at top of his speed through the woods, and ere long reached the camp-fire of his friends.
As he came in, he observed that Mrs.Richter still was asleep beneath the canoe, while her husband stood watching beside her.