"It was just before dawn when
the screams woke me."
"The dog again?" I asked, with a curious sinking of the heart.
"Got right into the tent," he went on, speaking passionately but very
low, "and woke my wife by scrambling all over her. Then she realised
that Joan was struggling beside her. And, by God! the beast had torn her
arm; scratched all down the arm she was, and bleeding."
"Joan injured?" I gasped.
"Merely scratched--this time," put in John Silence, speaking for the
first time; "suffering more from shock and fright than actual wounds."
"Isn't it a mercy the doctor was here?" said Mrs. Maloney, looking as if
she would never know calmness again. "I think we should both have been
killed."
"It has been a most merciful escape," Maloney said, his pulpit voice
struggling with his emotion. "But, of course, we cannot risk another--we
must strike Camp and get away at once--"
"Only poor Mr. Sangree must not know what has happened. He is so
attached to Joan and would be so terribly upset," added the Bo'sun's
Mate distractedly, looking all about in her terror.
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