32 THE HISTORY OF DAME MITCHELL

his paws stretched out, his teeth closed, his body drawn
back: the cat with his mouth open, his back erect, his head
down and projecting. Neither seemed inclined to commence
hostilities. At length the dog rushed upon his adversary ;
but the latter adroitly turned aside, leaped over him, and
fled along the bank of the river. The bull-dog hurried in
pursuit: away they ran, darting through the crowd, and
gliding between the carriages; while all the stray dogs
they encountered instinctively joined in the pursuit, so that
in a minute or two the unhappy Mowmouth had between
twenty and thirty of them at his heels.

 

 

 

 

 

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“Tam undone,” said he; “but at least I will sell my
life dearly.”

He stood with his back to the wall and assumed a look
of defiance: gnashing his teeth, his hair on end, he looked
upon his numerous enemies with an eye so menacing that
all drew back with one accord. Taking advantage of their
perplexity, Mowmouth wheeled suddenly about, and sped