He ran so hard that he lost his breath, somewhere. He couldn't
even pant, and as for calling out for help again, that was impossible!
Margy dragged him on a few steps, for she was quite strong for a little
girl. But she knew that she was overtaken. There was no help for it. The
goosey-goosey-gander was going to eat them up!
But if no human being heard the two children in their distress, there
was a creature that did. Bobo, the big old hound, who was only chained
to his house at night or when Mr. Armatage did not want him following
the mules about the plantation, came out of his kennel and stared down
the hill. He observed the running and screaming children, and he
likewise saw the gander who was his old enemy. They had had many a tilt
before, for the gander believed that everything that came near his flock
meant mischief.
Bobo's red eyes expanded and the ruff on the back of his neck began to
rise. He uttered a low, reverberating bark. It was almost a growl and it
sounded threatening. He dashed down the hill with great leaps.
Mun Bun finally pitched over on his face, dragging Margy with him.
Margy's corn went spinning about her and the geese fairly scrambled over
the two crying children to get at the corn. Perhaps this helped Mun Bun
and his sister some, although they did not think so at the moment. At
least, while his family scrambled for the grains of corn the gander
could not get at the brother and sister to strike them.
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