“‘Go on!’ cried Marion in a shrill voice. ‘Catch ‘em! Pull ‘em down! Rotten bums who steal the kids’ toys in Poverty Lane!’ With a joyful bound the dogs fell to work.”
“’Hey!’ called Marion. The astonished men turned, and their hands hung useless and their jaws dropped to see the girl and her sixty silent, straining dogs standing behind them. The dogs were waiting as though they were held back only by some invisible leash.”