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tain read the service, and choked oc
casionally. As for me, I went back to my
schooner, feeling blue and lonely. I
knew little about women and less
I went ashore with Don, and had
a. long walk on the beach in the op
posite direction from Graves' house,
of course. Toward dusk we returned
to the schooner and had dinner, and
after that I went into my cabin to
see how Bo was getting on.
She flew at me like a cat, and if
I hadn't jerked my foot back she must
have bitten me. As it was, her teeth
tore a piece out of my trousers. I'm
afraid I kicked her. Anyway I heard
her land with a crash in a far corner.
I struck a match and lighted candles
very warily one eye on Bo. She
had retreated under a chair, and look
ed out very sullen and angry. I sat
down and began to talk to her.
She hated me, and after a time I
got bored. I threw a pillow on the
floor for her to sleep on, and left her.
Well, the minute the door was shut
and locked she began to sob. So I
went back and talked to her as nice
ly and soothingly as I could.
Now I don't like little creatures
that snap so when I picked her up
it was by the scuff of the neck. She
had to face me then, and I saw that
in spite of all the sobbing her eyes
were perfectly dry. That struck me
as curious. I examined them through
a pocket magnifying glass, and dis
covered that they had no tear-ducts.
Perhaps I squeezed the back of her
neck harder than I meant to any
way her lips began to draw back and
her teeth to show.
I forced Bo's mouth wide open, and
looked in. Then I reached for a can
dle and held it steadily between her
face and mine. She struggled furious
ly 'so that I had to put down the
candle and catch her legs together
in my free hand. But I had seen
enough. I felt wet and cold all over.
For if the swollen glands at the base
of the deeply grooved canines meant 1
anything, that which I held between
my hands was not a woman but a
I put her in a wooden box that had
contained soap and nailed slats over
As an extra precaution in case of
accidents, I overhauled my medicine
chest and made up a little package
for the breast pocket a lancet, a
rubber bandage, and a pill-box of
It was a lovely starry night, and
I determined to sleep on deck. Be
fore turning in I went to have a look
at Bo. She was gone.
The crew, warned of peril, search
ed the whole schooner bver, slowly '
and methodically, lighted by lanterns.
We could not find her. Well, swim
ming comes naturally to snakes.
I went ashore as quickly as I could
get a boat . nned and rowed. I took
Don on a leash, a shotgun loaded,
and both pockets of my jacket full of
cartridges. We ran swiftly along the
beach, Don and I, and then turned
into the grass to make a short cut
for Graves' house. All of a sudden
Don began to tremble with eagerness
and nuzzle and sniff among the roots
of the grass. He was "making game."
"Good Don," I said, "good boy
hunt her up! Find her!"
The moon had risen. I Baw two
figures standing in the porch of
Graves' house. I was about to call
to them and warn Graves that Bo was
loose and dangerous when a scream
shrill and frightful rang in my
ears. I saw Graves turn to his bride
and catch her in his arms.
When I came up she had collected
her senses and was benaving splen
didly. While Graves fetched a lan
tern and water she sat down on the
porch, her back against the house,
and undid her garter, so that I could
pull her stocking off her bitten foot.
Her instep, into which Bo's venom
ous teeth had sunk, was already
swollen and discolored. I slashed the
teeth-marks this way and that with
my lancet And Mrs. Graves kept