But Miss
Dorothy she follows him, and says it was his Red Elfberg what began
the fight, and that I'd saved Jimmy's life, and that old Jimmy Jocks
was worth more to her than all the St. Bernards in the Swiss
mountains--where-ever they be. And that I was her champion, anyway.
Then she cried over me most beautiful, and over Jimmy Jocks, too, who
was that tied up in bandages he couldn't even waddle. So when he
heard that side of it, "Mr. Wyndham, sir," told us that if Nolan put
me on a chain, we could stay. So it came out all right for everybody
but me. I was glad the Master kept his place, but I'd never worn a
chain before, and it disheartened me--but that was the least of it.
For the quality-dogs couldn't forgive my whipping their champion, and
they came to the fence between the kennels and the stables, and
laughed through the bars, barking most cruel words at me. I couldn't
understand how they found it out, but they knew. After the fight
Jimmy Jocks was most condescending to me, and he said the grooms had
boasted to the kennel-men that I was a son of Regent Royal, and that
when the kennel-men asked who was my mother they had had to tell them
that too.
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