168 The Iron Dog.

began his flight. He galloped, he flew, over
stones, walls, and bushes.

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On, on, over the shallow brook that was hurry-
ing to the sea, he flew with one bound.

“ Three!”

It was for his life he ran.

“You'll do it, but faster, faséer,” screamed
Arnold, who was as much excited as he.

“Four! Five!”

“On, on, dear Dog.”

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Alas, there is still one field more to cross.

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“Oh,” he panted, “I should so hate to be
found ‘ off my base.’ ”’

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“Shall I get off?” said Arnold.

‘No, your weight is nothing. Don’t leave

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“See,” shrieked Arnold, ‘‘ there is your ped-
estal—you ’Il reach it!”