"I got our good ole calf all ready to be tied up.

Here he is!" And he appeared in the doorway with the unsuspecting little dog beside him.
Gipsy, who had been silent for some moments, instantly raised his banshee battlecry, and Duke yelped in horror.

Penrod made a wild effort to hold him; but Duke was not to be detained.

Unnatural strength and activity came to him in his delirium, and, for the second or two that the struggle lasted, his movements were too rapid for the eyes of the spectators to follow--merely a whirl and blur in the air could be seen.
Then followed a sound of violent scrambling and Penrod sprawled alone at the top of the stairs.
"Well, why'n't you come and help me ?" he demanded indignantly.

"I couldn't get him back now if I was to try a million years!" "What we goin' to do about it ?" Sam asked.
Penrod rose and dusted his knees.