“Sneezer, you villain, how came you here!” I exclaimed, in great
amazement--“How came you here, sir?” The dog knew me at once, and when
benches were reared against him, after the women had huddled into a
corner, and every thing was in sad confusion, he ran to me, and leaped
on my neck, gasping and yelping; but finding that I was angry, and in no
mood for toying, he planted himself on end so suddenly, in the middle of
the floor, close by the fire, that all our hands were stayed, and no one
could find in his heart to strike the poor dumb brute, he sat so quiet
and motionless. “Sneezer, my boy, what have you to say--where have you
come from?” He looked in the direction of the door, and then walked
deliberately towards it, and tried to open it with his paws.
“Now,” said the Captain, “that little scamp, who would insist on riding
with me to St Jago, to see, as he said, if he might not be of use in
fetching the surgeon from the ship in case I could not find Dr Bergara,
has come back, although I desired him to stay on board. The puppy must
have returned in his cursed troublesome zeal, for in no other way could
your dog be here. Certainly, however, he did not know that I had fallen
in with Dr Pavo Real;” and the good-natured fellow’s heart melted, as
he continued--“Returned--why, he may be drowned--Cringle, take care
little Reefpoint be not drowned.”
Sneezer lowered his black snout, and for a moment poked it into the
white ashes of the fire, and then raising it and stretching his neck
upwards to its full length, he gave a short bark, and then a long loud
howl.
“My life upon it, the poor boy is gone,” said I.
“But what can we do?” said Don Ricardo; “it is as dark as pitch.”
And we again set ourselves to have a small rally at the brandy and
water, as a resolver of our doubts, whether we should sit still till
daybreak, or sally forth now and run the chance of being drowned, with
but small hope of doing any good; and the old priest having left the
other end of the chapel, where the ladies were once more reposing, now
came to join our council of war, and to have his share of the agua
ardiente.
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