Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 143/241

"Come along," he said; and he led the way to that door in the corner

that seemed to me as if it led into an inner prison.

I shivered and felt depressed and cold as we went towards the door, and,

to make matters worse, the dogs rattled their chains and howled in

chorus as if, having made friends, they were very sorry for me. The big

hound, Nero, seemed the most sorrowful of all, and putting his head as

high as he could reach he uttered a deep hollow howl, that to my excited

fancy sounded like "Poooooor boooooy!" just as Mr Solomon, with a face

as stern as an executioner's might have been as he led someone to the

Tower block, threw open the great door in the wall and said shortly: "Go on!"

I went on before him, passed through in a wretched, despairing way,

wishing I had been a boy like Shock, who was not ashamed to run away,

and then, as I took a few steps forward, I uttered a loud "Oh!"