Once he did find a kid on the wrong side, standing on a rock,
browsing a honeysuckle, and was about either to seize it or shoot it,
as it went off in three bounds, when Emlyn darted out, and threw
herself between. It was her darling kid, it should never trespass
again, she would--she would thank him ever more--if he would spare it
this once.
And Emlyn as usual had touched the soft place in the heart of even a
woodward. He told her not to cry, and contented himself with
growling a tremendous warning to Steadfast and Patience.
There were several breezes about Growler, who was only too apt to use
his liberty in pursuing rabbits on the wrong side, and whom Peter
more than once condemned; but Emlyn and Ben begged him off, and he
was kept well chained up. At last, however, he won even the
woodward's favour by the slaughter of a terrible wild cat and her
brood, after all Peter's dogs had returned with bleeding faces from
the combat.
The woodward had another soft place in his heart. He had a pretty
young wife and a little son.
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