Then Hal Got Back Of The Turkey And Waited For It To Run,
Which It Proceeded To Do Without Loss Of Time, And Then A Funny Race
Was On!
I could have cried, I was so afraid Hal would injure the
turkey, but everyone else laughed and watched,
As though it was the
sporting event of the year, and they assured me that the dog would
have to stop when he got to the very high gate at the end of the line.
But they did not know that greyhound, for the gate gave him still
another opportunity to show the thing that had wings to help its
absurd legs along what a hound puppy could do. When they reached the
gate the turkey went under, but the puppy went over, making a
magnificent jump that landed him yards in advance of the turkey,
thereby causing him the loss of the race, for before he could stop
himself and turn, the gobbler had very wisely hidden himself in a back
yard.
There was a shouting and clapping of hands all along the line because
of the beautiful jump of so young a dog, but I must confess that all I
thought of just then was gratitude that my dog had not made an
untimely plucking of somebody's turkey, for in this country a turkey
is something rare and valuable.
Hal came trotting back with his loftiest steps and tail high in the
air, evidently much pleased with his part in the entertainment.
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