“Nor how far he was carried downstream before he landed.” And when at last he reached them, Laura called him a wolf, and Pa threatened to shoot him.īut Jack knew they didn’t mean it. “No telling how long he kept swimming,” Pa said. Ma gave him a cornmeal cake and he licked it and wagged politely, but he could not eat. His eyes were red with tiredness, and all the under part of him was caked with mud. But soon he lay down close to Laura and sighed a long sigh. “But did you have to wake the baby?” She rocked Carrie in her arms, hushing her. He leaped and wriggled from her to Pa to Ma and back to her again. The next thing she knew she was trying to hug a jumping, panting, wriggling Jack, who lapped her face and hands with his warm wet tongue. Laura could see the animal in the edge of the dark. And slowly along the ground the eyes crawled toward him. The green eyes went close to the ground, as if the animal crouched to spring. “Or a coyote?” Pa picked up a stick of wood he shouted, and threw it. “Listen to the horses.” Pet and Patty were still biting off bits of grass. They were still in the dark, looking at him. In an instant he took his gun out of the wagon and was ready to fire at those green eyes. Pa did not seem to move quickly, but he did.
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