The Iron Dog. 167

about his neck and wishing heartily that he was in
his own little bed. But he was ashamed to ask to
get off.

“We are getting near him,” panted the Dog,
and Arnold was in a minute fully Deena that
this was so.

‘“Oh, do go back,” he begged, but his friend
refused. Soon they beheld a small black and
white animal flying across the field.

‘“ Hurrah, we’re in luck, Arnold. There he
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But the iron Dog had forgotten that the jour-
ney to the field was long, and that time had flown.
Before he could even begin the chase, to the boy’s
great relief the big bell began to toll the hour of
twelve.

‘Arnold, Arnold,’ cried the poor animal,
skunk and everything forgotten, “’tis the hour.
I must reach my pedestal before twelve has fully
struck, or I shall turn into iron, wherever I may
bem

‘‘ One,” said the bell.

“Hurry then,” screamed Arnold, and the Dog