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out to sea. At least it would have done so, had
not Woe, with a loud bark, jumped into the water,
and seizing him, drew him back to the shore and
safety. The wave, meanwhile, hurried back to the
sea. He may have been frightened at Woe’s loud
bark, which was really quite dreadful, or he may
have felt that he had done a cowardly thing in
striking one so much smaller than he, and more-
over one whose back was turned towards him.
The poor Shadow, meanwhile, had been standing
on the very edge of the ocean, shivering with
terror and crying bitterly, and oh, how delighted
he was to see his master again.

A few days after this, they made another trip
to the beach, and again something happened, which
I must tell you about from the very beginning.
George, you see, had built a castle of sand and
round beach stones (of which there were a great
many at hand), and at one end was a tower.

The Shadow, up to this time, had been a very
gentle little fellow, willing and eager to do just
what his master wanted to do, but he was not very
big, you must remember, and this time he very