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getting into his car and driving away, waving a leather-gloved hand out of the window.
    “Is the snow thick enough to toboggan on?” wondered George. “It doesn"t look like it.
    Let"s go out and see. Better wrap up wel , though - I bet the wind"s cold out on this hil , and I don"t want to start sniffing again. I"ve had enough of that.”
    Soon they were al clad in heavy coats, scarves and wool en hats. Mrs. Jones nodded her head when she saw them, and smiled. “Sensible children you are,” she said. “Cold it is today, with a biting wind, but healthy weather! Be careful of that dog of yours, my boy -
    don"t you let him loose til you"re well away from the farm, in case he goes for one of my Morgan"s dogs.”
    George smiled, pleased to be addressed as a boy. They began to wander round the farm, Timmy cross because he was on the lead. He pul ed at it, wanting to run round and explore on his own. But George wouldn"t let him. “Not til you"ve made friends with all the other dogs,” she said. “I wonder where they are?”
    “Must have gone out with Morgan,” said Dick. “Come on - let"s go and look at the cows in the sheds. I do love the smel of cows.”
    They wandered round the farm, enjoying the pale sun, the keen wind, and the feeling that their legs belonged to them at last, and were not likely to give way at any moment.
    They hardly coughed at all, and felt quite aggrieved when one or other suddenly began.
    “I shall let old Timmy off the lead a bit now,” said George. “I can"t see a dog about anywhere.” So she slipped the lead off his collar and he ran off joyfully at once, sniffing here, there and everywhere. He disappeared round a corner, his tongue hanging out happily.
    And then the most appal ing barking began! The children stopped as if they had been shot. It wasn"t one dog, or even two - it sounded like a dozen! The four rushed round the corner of a barn at once - and there was poor Timmy, standing with his back to the barn, growling and barking and snarling at three fierce dogs!
    “No, George, no, don"t go to Timmy,” shouted Julian, seeing that George was going to rescue Tim, whatever happened. “Those dogs are savage!”
    But what did George care for that? She raced to Timmy, stood in front of him, and yelled at the three surprised dogs snarling there. “HOW DARE YOU! GET AWAY! GO HOME! I SAID
    GO HOME!”

Chapter Five
THINGS MIGHT BE WORSE!

    The three snarling dogs took no notice of George. It was Timmy they wanted. Who was this strange dog who dared to come wandering round their home? They tried to get at him, but George stood there, swinging the leather lead, and giving first one dog and then another a sharp flick. Julian rushed to help her - and then Timmy gave a sharp yelp. He had been bitten!
    Someone came rushing round the corner. It was Mrs. Jones, running as if she were a twelve-year-old!
    “Tang! Bob! Dai!” she cal ed, but the three dogs took no notice of her. And then, from somewhere, came a voice. What a voice! It echoed all round the farmyard as if it had come through a megaphone.
    “DAI! BOB! TANG!”
    And at the sound of that stentorian voice the three dogs stopped as if shot. Then they turned about and tore off at top speed.
    “Thank God! That was Morgan,” panted the old woman, clutching her shawl round her.
    “He must have heard the barking. Oh, my little dear - are you hurt?” She took hold of George"s arm, and looked at her anxiously.
    “I don"t know. I don"t think so,” said George, looking rather white. “It"s Timmy that"s hurt.
    Oh, Tim, darling Tim, where did they bite you?”
    “Woof!” said Timmy, who, though extremely startled, didn"t seem at all frightened. It had all happened so suddenly. George dropped down on her knees in the snow, and gave a little scream. “He"s been bitten on the neck - oh look! Poor, poor, Timmy. Why did I let you off the lead?”
    “It"s not much, George,” said Julian, looking at the bleeding place. “The other dog bit just