Stella Rosevelt — page 293: what you’re looking at

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RESCUED FROM A HORRIBLE FATE. 287 has torn from your dress. Be still just a moment longer, and I will save you if [ can.” Watching her opportunity, she stole softly behind the strug- eling animal, and, by a dextrous movement, slipped the end of her paraso], which was quite a stout one, into his collar, and then, with all her strength, drove it into the ground and held it there, though the creature struggled furiously to release himself. Her face had not an atom of color in it, but her lips did not falter as she said to the horror-stricken girl watching her: ‘*Go now quickly and call help for me, for, small as he 1s, I cannot hold him long.” Josephine did not need a second bidding, but went shrieking back to the company in a way to arouse the dead almost. She had not been gone two minutes—though those two > minutes seemed like an age to Star, who found an almost superhuman strength in that writhing, twisting thing at her feet—when the bushes behind her parted again, and the same gentleman who had met and warned her of this danger sprang toward her, with his gun cocked and aimed at the dog. His face was almost as colorless as her own. ‘‘Can you hold him just an instant longer?—will you dare hold him while I shoot him? I will not harm you in the least,” he questioned, in rapid tones. ‘‘Yes, I will hold him,” she said, resolutely. ‘‘If I let him loose now, he will surely bite somebody.” Although she spoke so steadily and with so much fortitude, she looked like some beautiful spirit from another world, and the gentleman knew he must do what he had to do quickly, or it would be too late. There was an instant of silence, then a quick, sharp report rang through the woods, and the little danger-fiend lay Bigenine and dead at her feet. All peril was past. (E(0) FEOMiIcboo .S