All this I see in a wink, and then the
three dogs pinned her down, and I can't stand it no longer and clears
the wheel and lands in the road on my head. It was my stylish
overcoat done that, and I curse it proper, but I gets my pats again
quick, and makes a rush for the fighting. Behind me I hear Miss
Dorothy cry, "They'll kill that old dog. Wait, take my whip. Beat
them off her! The Kid can take care of himself," and I hear Nolan
fall into the road, and the horse come to a stop. The old lady-dog
was down, and the three was eating her vicious, but as I come up,
scattering the pebbles, she hears, and thinking it's one more of
them, she lifts her head and my heart breaks open like someone had
sunk his teeth in it. For, under the ashes and the dirt and the
blood, I can see who it is, and I know that my mother has come back
to me.
I gives a yell that throws them three dogs off their legs.
"Mother!" I cries. "I'm the Kid," I cries. "I'm coming to you,
mother, I'm coming."
And I shoots over her, at the throat of the big dog, and the other
two, they sinks their teeth into that stylish overcoat, and tears it
off me, and that sets me free, and I lets them have it.
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