When Tess ran right up to the leaping dog, he stopped barking, and wagged his tail, as though satisfied that he had done his duty in drawing the family to the scene. But he still kept his eyes on the man, and occasionally uttered a growl deep in his throat.
What are you doing up there? Ruth demanded of the man.
Tak away dog! he whined.
No. I think I will let the dog hold you till a policeman comes. You were trying to rob our henroost.
Oh, no, Missee! You wrong. No do that, stammered the man.
What were you doing here, then?
Before the fellow could manufacture any plausible tale, a shout came from beyond the back fence, and somebody was heard to scramble into the Corner House yard.
Whats the matter, girls? demanded Neale ONeils cheerful voice.
Oh, come here, Neale! cried Agnes. Tom Jonahs caught a Gypsy.
Tom Who ? demanded the tall, pleasant-faced boy of fifteen, who immediately approached the henhouse.
Tom Jonah, announced Tess. Hes just the nicest dog!
The boy saw the group more clearly then. He looked from the savagely growling animal to the man sprawling on the roof, and burst out laughing.
Yes! I guess that fellow up there feels that the dog is very nice. Where did you get the dog, and where did he get his name?
Well tell you all about that later, Neale, said Ruth, more gravely. At least, well tell you all we know about the dear old dog. Isnt he a splendid fellow to catch this man at my hens?
And the fellow had some in this bag! exclaimed Neale, finding a bag of flopping poultry at the corner of the hen-run.
Tak away dog! begged the man on the roof again.
Thats all hes afraid of, said Agnes. I bet he has a knife. Isnt he a wicked looking fellow?
Regular brigand, agreed Neale. What we going to do with him?
Give him to a policeman, suggested Agnes.
Do you suppose the policeman would want him? chuckled Neale. To awaken a Milton officer at this hour of the night would be almost sacrilege, wouldnt it?
What shall we do? demanded Agnes.
Ruth had been thinking more sensibly for a few moments. Now she spoke up decisively:
The man did not manage to do any harm. Put the poultry back in the house, Neale. If he ever comes again he will know what to expect. He thought we had no dog; but he sees we have and a savage one. Let him go.
Had we better do that,
sister? whispered Agnes. Oughtnt he to be punished?
I expect so, Ruth said, grimly. But for once I am going to shirk my duty. Well take away the dog and let him go.
Wholl take him away? demanded Agnes, suddenly.
Neale had taken the sack in which the fowl struggled, to the door of the henhouse, opened it, and dumped the fowl out. Tom Jonah evidently recognized him for a friend, for he wagged his tail, but still kept his eye on the man upon the roof.
I declare! said Ruth. I hadnt thought. Whom will he mind?
Come here, Tom Jonah! said Neale, snapping his fingers.
Tom Jonah still wagged his tail, but he remained ready to receive the Gypsy (if such the fellow was) in his jaws, if he descended.
Come away, Tom! exclaimed Agnes, confidently. Come on back to the house.
The man on the roof moved and Tom Jonah stiffened. He refused to budge.
Guess youll have to call a cop after all, said Neale, doubtfully.
Here, sir! commanded Ruth. Come away. You have done enough
But the dog did not think so. He held his place and growled.
I guess youre bound to stay up there, till daylight or a policeman doth appear, my friend, called up Neale to the besieged.
Tak away dog! begged the frightened fellow.
Why, Tom Jonah! exclaimed Tess, walking up to the big dog and putting a hand on his collar. You must come away when you are spoken to. Youve caught the bad man, and thats enough.
Tom Jonah turned and licked her hand. Then he moved a few steps away with her and looked back.
Come on with me, Tom Jonah, commanded the little girl, firmly. Let the bad man go.
What do you know about that ? demanded Neale.
The next minute the fellow had scrambled up the roof, caught the low hanging limb of a shade tree that stood near the fence, and swinging himself like a cat into the tree, he got out on another branch that overhung the sidewalk, dropped, and ran.
Tom Jonah sprang to the fence with a savage bay; but the man only went the faster. The incident was closed in a minute, and the little party of half-dressed young folk went back to their beds, while the strange dog curled up on his mat in the corner of the porch again and slept the sleep of the just till morning.
And now that the excitement is over, let us find out a little something about the Corner House girls, their friends, their condition in life, and certain interesting facts regarding them.
When Mr. Howbridge, the lawyer from Milton and Uncle Peter Stowers man of affairs and the administrator of his estate, came to the little tenement on Essex Street, Bloomingsburg, where the four orphaned Kenway girls had lived for some years with Aunt Sarah Maltby, he first met Tess and Dot returning from the drugstore with Aunt Sarahs weekly supply of peppermint drops.