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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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"Ye
blackguard
hoodlums!
Ye
dhirty,
cowardly
bastes!"
and
he
rushed
furiously
at
the
Dogs,
intent
to
do
them
bodily
harm.
Officers
came
running
and
shouting,
and
Mickey,
shrieking
hatred
and
defiance,
was
dragged
from
the
field,
reviling
Dogs
and
men
with
every
horrid,
insulting
name
he
could
think
of
or
invent.
"Fair
play!
Whayer's
yer
fair
play,
ye
liars,
ye
dhirty
cheats,
ye
bloody
cowards!"
And
they
drove
him
from
the
arena.
The
last
he
saw
of
it
was
the
four
foaming
Dogs
feebly
dodging
after
a
weak
and
worn-out
Jack-rabbit,
and
the
judge
on
his
Horse
beckoning
to
the
man
with
the
gun.
The
gate
closed
behind
him,
and
Mickey
heard
a
bang-bang,
an
unusual
uproar
mixed
with
yelps
of
Dogs,
and
he
knew
that
Little
Jack
Warhorse
had
been
served
with
finish
No.
4.
All
his
life
he
had
loved
Dogs,
but
his
sense
of
fair
play
was
outraged.
He
could
not
get
in,
nor
see
in
from
where
he
was.
He
raced
along
the
lane
to
the
Haven,
where
he
might
get
a
good
view,
and
arrived
in
time
to
see--Little
Jack
Warhorse
with
his
half-masted
ears
limp
into
the
Haven;
and
he
realized
at
once
that
the
man
with
the
gun
had
missed,
had
hit
the
wrong
runner,
for
there
was
the
crowd
at
the
Stand
watching
two
men
who
were
carrying
a
wounded
Greyhound,
while
a
veterinary
surgeon
was
ministering
to
another
that
was
panting
on
the
ground.
Mickey
looked
about,
seized
a
little
shipping-box,
put
it
at
the
angle
of
the
Haven,
carefully
drove
the
tired
thing
into
it,
closed
the
lid,
then,
with
the
box
under
his
arm,
he
scaled
the
fence
unseen
in
the
confusion
and
was
gone.
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