Above, Mrs. Delancy
was moaning and imploring him to come back to her side, even threatening
to spring from the beam to the floor before he could reach the bottom.
"By George!" he exclaimed, and then climbed up three or four rounds of
the ladder, greatly to the annoyance of the dog.
"What is it?" cried Mrs. Delancy, recovering her balance on the beam.
"Let me think for a minute," he answered, deliberately resting his elbow
on an upper round.
"It is about time you were doing a little thinking," she said, relief
and asperity in her voice. "In another second I should have jumped into
that dog's jaws."
"I believe it can be done," he went on, excited enthusiasm growing in
his voice. "That's what bulldogs are famous for, isn't it?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, but I do know that whenever
they take hold of anything they have to be treated for lockjaw before
they will let go. If you don't come up here beside me I'll have a fit,
Mr. Crosby."
"That's it--that's what I mean," he cried eagerly. "If they close those
jaws upon anything they won't let go until death them doth part.
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