`` I do n't believe I can keep from screaming right out when I see him , but I 'll try . Oh , wo n't it be fun ! '' -- and Betty clapped her hands in joyful anticipation of that exciting moment . A nice little plan , but Master Thorny forgot the keen senses of the amiable animal snoring peacefully among his boots ; and , when they stopped at the Lodge , he had barely time to say in a whisper , `` Ben 's coming ; cover Sanch and let me get him in quick ! '' before the dog was out of the phaeton like a bombshell , and the approaching boy went down as if shot , for Sancho gave one leap , and the two rolled over and over , with a shout and a bark of rapturous recognition . `` Who is hurt ? '' asked Mrs. Moss , running out with floury hands uplifted in alarm . `` Is it a bear ? '' cried Bab , rushing after her , beater in hand , for a dancing bear was the delight of her heart . `` Sancho 's found ! Sancho 's found ! '' shouted Thorny , throwing up his hat like a lunatic . `` Found , found , found ! '' echoed Betty , dancing wildly about as if she too had lost her little wits . `` Where ? how ? when ? who did it ? '' asked Mrs. Moss , clapping her dusty hands delightedly . `` It is n't ; it 's an old dirty brown thing , '' stammered Bab , as the dog came uppermost for a minute , and then rooted into Ben 's jacket as if he smelt a woodchuck , and was bound to have him out directly .
Then Thorny , with many interruptions from Betty , poured forth the wondrous tale , to which XXXXX and his mother listened breathlessly , while the muffins burned as black as a coal , and nobody cared a bit .
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