The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1912-11-07
A DOGS
REVENGE
Bv EDWIN c. MNCRc

| strument-"Oh. my Goa. -tHe slo"'
of dog. then his bark.
have heard that bark for years ana
know it we'll. 1t comes from Brulh'
the Robinsons' dog. There are more
sounds-confused. unintelligibe except
so far as they indicate strife-Bruln $
barking. a mans harsh voice ana
shrieks. A door is slammed and all Is
quiet.
drop the receiver. run downstairs
catch up pitchfork as pass the barn
and hurry down the hill. try to go up
| the incline as fast as | came down the
slope. but | can't do it. Nevertheless
when | reach the red farmhouse l
vault the fence and go through the
wide open door into the hall. hear
the whining of a dog. follow it ana
open a bedroom door. Mrs. Robinson Is
lying on the floor gasping. Bruin Is
bleeding from many cuts. Neverthe-
less he rejoices at the arrival of succor'
wagging his tail, jumping up on me
and running back and forth between
me and his mistress.
The first thing to do is to bring
doctor l find the telephone receiver
living on a table beside the instrument.
/ call up the central office and for
physician from the town over the hill
| to the southwark, then lifted Mrs. Rob-
inson from the bed, then call on the
| neighbors for help. 1t is fully twenty
minutes before the first one arrives.
- i,
minutes later a man comes. / wait no
| longer. | am burning with thirst to
strike the perpetrator Of this outrage.
1 do not stop to learn if property has
been taken by which l may identify
him.
"Foolv' I exclaim. You should
have killed the dog. Come, Bru!'
Going downstairs three steps at
time. l turn in at the barn. put bri-
die on a horse and, not waiting to sad
die him. with the pitchfork as my
only weapon. sally forth. Bru has
gone on with his nose to the ground.
| He's not bloodhound. but is a hunter.
and that is nearly as good. | question
| If the man has twenty minutes start.
On the way Bru raised his head and
| gave a low growl. but lowered his
| nose again and on overtaking man
| walking passed him without notice.
| The man looked at me curiously. Then
| 1t occurred to me that must be
| caricature Of a knight errant. without
| saddle and a pitchfork instead Of
lance.
Bru ran. I trotting a little beside
| him. Having noticed the blood he had
| lost, / wondered how he had the
| strength to go on. | feared he would
| give out before we could overtake the
| fugitive. He smelt revenge as we'll as
the villain. and doubtless this kept
him up. If ever a dog had the in
stinct that man may feel for venge-
ance it was Bru.
Presently he left the road and.
crawling through fence. entered
thicket. could not follow mounted.
SO throwing the reins over post
proceeded on foot believed that we
were nearing the end. for the man
would not go far through the tangled
underwood. He had doubtless gone In
there to hide.
A growl from Bru and the sound of
breaking bushes. both where he was
and ahead of him. Beating aside the
brush strained every muscle to get on
was not far behind the dog and the
dog was not far behind a sound of
breaking underbrush. He was giving
sharp, quick barks. He burst into an
open space. 1 after him.
A man on the other side of the open
ing had turned and was leveling a pis
tol at the dog. But Bru. giving furious
leaps, was a hard mark to hit The
first ball did not touch him. and there
was no time for another. Bru sprang
for the mans throat. With his left
hand he attempted to push off the dog
with the other he was trying to draw
a knife. He had got it out and was
about to make lunge at the dogs
body. just under the foreleg. when I,
who am more expert with a pitchfork
than any other weapon. caught his arm
between the two prongs. This gave
Bru full swing. and he buried his teeth
IN the mans neck. Both rolled over on
the ground and the knife fell from the
| mans grip.
Take him OFF,
The pistol as well as the knife was
on the ground and. being handy with
my own weapon. thought | might risk
relieving the man of Bru. But | mis-
took my ability to do So / called to
the dog without producing any effect.
then began to belabor him with the
handle Of the pitchfork-all to no pur-
pose. While had heard his mistress
screams he had seen her in the Villains
clutches. My desire was for human
revenge-the dogs that of the brute,
sharpened by brute's blind love.
could not bring myself to exercise all
my power in belaboring him. and no
ordinary blows would avail. tried to
pull him off. but he chung tenaciously.
AT last the man must have tainted, for
ne lay still. Then Bru suddenly keeled