I was so happy that I laughed.  “All right,” I cried, “I’ll pay for the revolver.”

Foul epithets were Hardy’s reply while he spurred madly to and fro in search of an opening in the vines to let his horse down into the stream.  I rode with him, knee to knee.  “You’ll pay for this with your life !” he yelled down my throat.  “I’ll kill you, so help me God! Charmer!  Dandy! go, take the nigger!”

The whole baying pack darted off for Euonymus’s crossing. “Take the nigger, Charmer!  Ah! take him, my lady!” We saw that Euonymus could not swim.  Still knee to knee with Hardy, I drew and fired.  “Puppy’s” mate yelped and rolled over, dead.

“Call them back,” I said, holding my weapon high; but Hardy only shrieked curses and cried: 

“Take the nigger, Charmer, take him!”

I fired again.  Poor Dandy!  He sprang aside howling piteously, with melting eyes on his master.

“Oh, God!” cried Hardy, leaping down beside the wailing dog, that pushed its head into his bosom like a sick child.  “Oh, God, but you shall die for this!”

He was half right but so was I and I checked up barely enough to cry back:  “Call ’em off!  Call ’em off or I’ll shoot Charmer!”

With Dandy clasped close and with eyes streaming he blew the recall.  Looking for its effect, I saw Euonymus trying to swim and Charmer quitting the chase.  But the young dog kept on.  The current was carrying Euonymus away.  Twice through vines and brush, while I cried:  “Catch the fallen tree below you!  Catch the tree!” I tried to spur my horse down into the stream, and on the third trial I succeeded.

The flood had cut the bank from under a great buttonwood.  It hung prone over the water, and one dipping fork seized and held the fainting swimmer.  The dog was close, but had entered the current too far down and was breasting it while he bayed in protest to his master’s horn.  Now, as Euonymus struggled along the tree the brute struck for the bank, and the two gained it together.  Euonymus ran, but on a bit of open grass dropped to one knee, at bay.  The dog sprang.  In the negro fashion the runaway’s head ducked forward to receive the onset, while both hands clutched the brute’s throat.  Not dreaming that they would keep their hold till I could get there, I leaped down in the shoal to fire; but the grip held, though the dog’s teeth sank into legs and arms, and all at once Euonymus straightened to full stature, lifting the dog till his hind legs could but just tiptoe the ground.

“Right!” I cried; “bully, my boy!  Lift him one inch higher and he’s whipped!”

But Euonymus could barely hold him off from face and throat.

“Turn him broadside to me!” I shouted, having come into water breast-deep.  “Let me put a hole through him!”

But the fugitive’s only response was:  “Run, Robelia!  ’Ever mind me!  Run!  Run!”