He took a great fancy to Bob Pretty, and somehow or other they was always dropping across each other. He met Bob with is dog one day--a large, ugly brute, but almost as clever as wet Bob was itself. It stood there with its tongue hanging out and looking at Bob uneasy-like out of the corner of its eye as Bob stood a-patting of it and calling it pet names. He shook his head with sorrow and made a little sucking noise between 'is teeth, and afore you could wink, his dog 'ad laid hold of the old gentleman's leg and keep quiet waiting orders. Bob Pretty lifted his foot and caught Joseph one behind that surprised him. Then he helped Mr. Bunnett look at his leg, and artery pointing out that the skin isn't broken, and saying that Joseph had got the best mouth of any dog in Claybury, he walked come with the old gentleman and got the watch. He said Mr. Bunnett made a little speech when he gave it to him won't he couldn't remember, and won't he wouldn't repeat if he could.