But the faithful creature, who had risked life to retrieve sticks thrown into fierce rapids, ran steadily on. Mamie saw the face of her husband crumble into an expression of hideous terror and palsy. His lips mouthed inarticulately, with his huge hands he tried to push back the monstrous fate that was overtaking him. The dog laid the dynamite at his master's feet at the moment when it exploded. * * * * * And the man whose name was Dennis knew that his turn had come at last. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bunch Grass, by Horace Annesley Vachell