"Get out!" shouted Mr Solomon as the sour-looking man closed and
fastened the doors; but the dogs barked the more furiously. "Here, come
along," said Mr Solomon to me, and he took me up to the great
furious-looking hound on whose neck, as I approached, I could see a
brass collar studded with spikes, while as we closed up, his white teeth
glistened, and I could see right into his great red mouth with its black
gums.
"Hi, Nero!" cried Mr Solomon, as I began to feel extremely nervous.
"Steady, boy. This is Grant. Now, Grant, make friends."
There was a tremendous chorus of barks here, just as if Nero was out of
patience, and the other four dogs were savage because he was going to be
fed with the new boy before them; but as Mr Solomon laid his hand on
the great fierce-looking beast's head it ceased barking, and the others
stopped as well.
"He won't hurt you now," said Mr Solomon. "Come close."
I did not like the task, for I was doubtful of the gardener's knowledge,
but I did go close up, and the great dog began to smell me from my toes
upwards, and subsided into a low growl that sounded like disappointment
that he was not to eat me.
"Pat him now," said Mr Solomon.
I obeyed rather nervously, and the great dog threw up his head and began
striking at me with one great paw, which I found meant that it was to be
taken, and I gave it a friendly shake.
Hereupon there was a chorus of short sharp whining barks and snaps from
the other dogs, all of which began to strain at their chains with
renewed vigour.
"Go and pat 'em all," said Mr Solomon; "they'll make friends now."
I went to the great shaggy Newfoundland, who smelt me, and then threw
himself up on his hind legs, and hanging against his chain put out his
tongue in the most rollicking fashion, and offered me both his hands--I
mean paws--in token of friendship. Then the retriever literally danced,
and yelped, and jumped over his chain, favouring me with a lick or two
on the hand, while the two spotted coach-dogs cowered down, licked my
boots, and yelped as I patted them in turn.
Only so many dogs, who barked again as I left them, but it seemed to do
me good, and I felt better and readier to help Mr Solomon when he
called me to aid in unharnessing the horse, which trotted of its own
free-will into its stable, while we ran the cart back into the shed, and
lifted my box out on to the stones.
"That'll be all right till we fetch it," said Mr Solomon in his quiet
dry way, and he led the way into the stable, where, as I was thinking
how hard and unfriendly he seemed, he went up to the horse, patted it
kindly, and ended by going to a bin, filling a large measure with oats;
and taking them to the horse, which gave a snort of satisfaction as they
were turned into its manger.