`` Did they make you black and beat you , dear ? Oh , Sanch , where is your tail -- your pretty tail ? '' A plaintive growl and a pathetic wag was all the answer he could make to these tender inquiries ; for never would the story of his wrongs be known , and never could the glory of his doggish beauty be restored . Betty was trying to comfort him with pats and praises , when a new face appeared at the gate , and Thorny 's authoritative voice called out , -- `` Betty Moss , what on earth are you doing in there with that dirty beast ? '' `` It 's Sanch , it 's Sanch ! Oh , come and see ! '' shrieked Betty , flying up to lead forth her prize . But the gate was held fast , for some one said the words , `` Mad dog , '' and Thorny was very naturally alarmed , because he had already seen one . `` Do n't stay there another minute . Get up on that bench and I 'll pull you over , '' directed Thorny , mounting the wall to rescue his charge in hot haste ; for the dog did certainly behave queerly , limping hurriedly to and fro , as if anxious to escape . No wonder , when Sancho heard a voice he knew , and recognized another face , yet did not meet as kind a welcome as before . `` No , I 'm not coming out till he does . It is Sanch , and I 'm going to take him home to Ben , '' answered Betty , decidedly , as she wet her handkerchief in the rain water to bind up the swollen paw that had travelled many miles to rest in her little hand again . `` You 're crazy , child . That is no more Ben 's dog than I am . '' `` See if it is n't ! '' cried Betty , perfectly unshaken in her faith ; and , recalling the words of command as well as she could , she tried to put Sancho through his little performance , as the surest proof that she was right . The poor fellow did his best , weary and foot-sore though he was ; but when it came to taking his tail in his mouth to waltz , he gave it up , and , dropping down , hid his face in his paws , as he always did when any of his tricks failed . The act was almost pathetic now , for one of the paws was bandaged , and his whole attitude expressed the humiliation of a broken spirit . That touched Thorny , and , quite convinced both of the dog 's sanity and identity , he sprung down from the wall with Ben 's own whistle , which gladdened Sancho 's longing ear as much as the boy 's rough caresses comforted his homesick heart .
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