I think it's to the woods for mine," at the same time making his
way as quickly as possible deeper into the underbrush.
"I didn't get out of the way any too soon," he continued to himself,
for on coming to the place where Pepper had left the road the dog
stopped, sniffed at the ground and gave vent to a gruff bark.
"What is it, Tige, old boy?" called the man, stopping his horse.
"Sic 'em!"
With a deep growl the dog started on the boy's trail. Pepper could
hear him crashing his way through the underbrush and ran as fast
as he could, looking about him, as he ran, for a stick or a stone
with which to defend himself, but could see none, and all the time
the dog was coming closer and closer, his growl becoming more and
more menacing. It was nearly upon him, and he imagined that he could
feel its hot breath and expected every moment to feel the snap of
its jaws, when he saw, a little way ahead of him, what looked like
a stout black stick lying upon the ground. "Gee! that's lucky,"
thought Pepper, running to where the stick lay and, stooping to
pick it up when, to his astonishment and terror, the supposed stick
glided from under his hand and he saw that he had been about to
grasp a large-sized snake.
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