Mary Ellen, keeping one hand on the shoulder of Master Gerald Caversham Gilmore and the other on the edge of the baby"s perambulator, merely chuckled sardonically.
The next moment there were footsteps round the corner of the house and Eileen reappeared. She was clinging with both hands to the collar of an enormous dog. Its tongue lolled from its great jaws; its tail waved menacingly from side to side; its great limbs were bent as though for a spring. Its eyes were half closed as though to focus the exact distance.
"Run!" cried Eileen to the tramp. "I can"t hold him in much longer!"
This was true enough, except that when Eileen said "in" she meant "up."
But the tramp did not linger to discuss grammar. There was a scurry of feet, the gate banged and he was gone.
With a sigh of relief Eileen let go of Excalibur"s collar. Excalibur promptly collapsed on the gra.s.s and went to sleep again.