It chanced that he was squatting like a great frog at his master's feet, as the troop of children came toward him. The big brute raised himself with a savage growl, but red-haired Sade did not see or hear him. She was running backward just then in front of Carolyn, sticking out a very red and pointed tongue and dancing up and down in a most tantalizing manner. "Yah! Yah! Yah!" singsonged the red-haired girl. Why it is a fact that these syllables are the most impudent and maddening of all cries, has never been explained. And how unanswerable they are! Carolyn May kept steadily on, while the red-haired girl danced backward. The avenue was crowded. Sade came close to the white bulldog. Suddenly there was a deep-throated growl, a wild shriek from Sade, and a scramble and scratching of heavy paws on the sidewalk. Sade slipped, but in falling managed to escape the first dash of the bulldog. The other children screamed and scattered like chickens when a hawk is sighted. Carolyn was stricken motionless. The red-haired girl got away from the bulldog that first time, although he tore a big mouthful from her skirt. But the man who owned him did not succeed in calling him off. The creature knew the child was afraid of him and took delight in giving pursuit. As poor Sade started running into the side street the bulldog followed. The child was utterly terrified. The strength left her limbs. Falling against the wall of the saloon she looked back, and, seeing the brute coming, she sank down, helpless and in his power. The dog's master had not aroused himself to the seriousness of the situation. Perhaps he was befuddled by some of his own stock-in-trade, for he actually laughed as he waddled after the brute. CHAPTER VI A NEW BANGLE FOR PRINCE A woman screamed somewhere from above. She was doubtless looking down upon the corner and saw the frightened children scatter and the grey-white bulldog charging upon the fallen Sade. That scream seemed to awaken Carolyn May. She was no more courageous at heart, perhaps, than many of her mates--many, even, of those who ran. Carolyn had been held spellbound by the frightful picture of the bulldog attacking the red-haired girl. But the woman's scream and the straining of Prince at his leash, awoke his little mistress. Prince had dragged her half way across the sidewalk before she could beseech him to stop. "Prince! Prince! You mustn't!" Prince had usually quite ignored the saloon man's bulldog. He had taken that creature's measure long since. The bulldog never even growled at Prince as he passed by the corner. But suddenly Carolyn May's brave comrade took a vital interest in the bigger brute. He dragged the little girl on as the bulldog made his second dash for the unfortunate Sade.