Now, Masther Harry, thunder and turf! how
beautiful Sambo takes her up. Bravo, Sambo! stretch out, my darlin' that
you are!--O, blood, Masther Harry, isn't that beautiful? See how they go
neck and neck wid their two noses not six inches from her scut; and dang
my buttons but, witch or no witch, she's a thorough bit o' game, too.
Come, Bet, don't be asleep, my ould lady; move along, my darlin'--do
you feel the breath of your sweetheart at your bottom? Take to your
broomstick; you want it."
As he uttered these words the hare turned,--indeed it was time for
her--and both dogs shot forward, by the impetus of their flight, so far
beyond the point of her turn, that she started off towards the haunted
house. She had little time to spare, however, for they were once more
gaining on her; but still she approached the house, the dogs nearing her
fast. She approached the house, we say; she entered the open door, the
dogs within a few yards of her, when, almost in an instant, they came to
a standstill, looked into it, but did not enter; and when whistled back
to where Woodward and Barney stood, they looked in Barney's eye, not
only panting and exhausted, as indeed they were, but terrified also.
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