Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 113: what you’re looking at

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104 THE RESCUE. CHAPTER XII. THE RESOUE. One day, about three weeks after the events narrated in the last chapter, as Arthur was slowly sauntering up Fifth avenue, his attention was attracted by a little scene which was being enacted in one of the side streets, only a short distance from the avenue. His quick eye took in the situation at once. A lady, out walking with her dog, had been brutally at- tacked by those licensed thieves known as ‘‘dog catchers.’’ The dog, a fine Caniche, with his tawny coat cut in the fanciful manner so popular for that kind of a canine, had been snatched up, in spite of the light chain which hung from his neck, and was being borne by two of the men to the wagon a few yards away. The lady, pale with apprehension and dismay, stood speechless. A third worthy was seated in the vehicle, ready to drive off as soon as the dog should be safely caged, and that probably would be the end of it so far as she was concerned. The pair, chuckling audibly, had almost reached the — wagon, with its number conspicuously painted in black figures on its dash-board, with their struggling victim, when they were unexpectedly interfered with. ‘‘Drop that dog!’’ commanded Arthur. Neither of the rascals vouchsafed a reply. ‘‘Let him go, I say!’’ shouted Arthur, approaching the wagon. ‘It’s none of your business, and we won’t do no sich Gomichbooks.co