e turns her head in curiosity for one last look, impelled by an unknown power--turns, and is at once petrified by what she sees.
They notice the look of horror on her lovely face, and instinctively guessing, also cast a glance in the direction where last the savage brute was seen.
He has continued to advance in the interim, and is now quite close, though not moving out of the straight line in the center of the street--a repulsive looking object truly, and enough to horrify the bravest.
Colonel Lionel gives a gasp. He is trembling all over, for it chances that this brave soldier, who has led forlorn hopes in the Zulu war, and performed prodigies of valor on Egyptian battle-fields, has a peculiar dread of dogs, inherited from one of his parents.
It is not the animal that has fixed Lady Ruth's attention. Just in front and directly in the line of the dog's advance is a small native child that has been playing in the street.
He cannot be over three years of age, and with his curly black head and hal