That's what made the wound on uncle's head, and that's how it came that Pierre could hold him down with one hand.

Didn't I know all the time that there was something up?
Now, if Pierre had succeeded in getting the safe key, no doubt he would have renewed his attempts to make me tell where I had put the key of the office.

Would I have been coward enough to do it?
No, sir! I would have--Hallo!" This exclamation was called forth by the sudden appearance of the dog, which crept slowly toward his master, looking altogether as if he had been guilty of something very mean.
"So you have got back, have you ?" said Frank, sternly.

"What do you mean by going off to hunt rabbits when you ought to stay at home?
And what excuse have you to offer for allowing that robber to get up after you had pulled him down ?" Marmion stopped, and, laying his head close to the pavement, wagged his tail and whined piteously.
"I don't wonder that you feel ashamed of yourself," said his master.
"Come here, you old coward." The dog reluctantly obeyed, and, when he came nearer, another mystery was cleared up, and Frank knew why his favorite had behaved so strangely.

One end of a rope was twisted about his jaws so tightly that he could scarcely move them, and the other, after being wound around his head and neck to keep the muzzle from slipping off, was fastened to both his fore feet, holding them so close together that it was a wonder that he could walk at all.