Atlastthingscametosuchapassthatwheneverhefeltliketakingalittleexercise，orhadafewminutesofsparetime，orevenhappenedtothinkofit，Bingowouldsallyforthatracingspeedovertheplainandafewminuteslaterreturn，drivingtheunhappyyellowcowatfullgallopbeforehim.
Atfirstthisdidnotseemverybad，asitkeptthecowfromstrayingtoofar;;itseemedtoweighonhermindtoo，asshewasalwayswatchingnervouslyforthathatefuldog，andinthemorningswouldhangaroundthestableasthoughafraidtoventureoffandsubjectherselfatoncetoanonset.
，，thoughhedarednotbringherhome，hecontinuedtoshowhisinterestbylyingatherstabledoorwhileshewasbeingmilked.
Asthesummercameonthemosquitoesbecameadreadfulplague，andtheconsequentviciousswitchingofDunne’stailatmilking-timewasevenmoreannoyingthanthemosquitoes.
Fred，thebrotherwhodidthemilking，wasofaninventiveaswellasanimpatientturnofmind，’stail，“language”。，buttheuproariousenjoymentandridiculeofthebystandersmadeitunendurable.
Bingo，hearingtheuproar，anddiviningthathewasneeded，，thepailandstoolwerebroken，andthecowandthedogseverelybeaten.
，andnowinutterdisgusthedecidedtoforsakeevenherstabledoor，andfromthattimeheattachedhimselfexclusivelytothehorsesandtheirstable.
Thecattleweremine，thehorsesweremybrother’s，andintransferringhisallegiancefromthecow-stabletothehorse-stableBingoseemedtogivemeuptoo，andanythinglikedailycompanionshipceased，andyet，wheneveranyemergencyaroseBingoturnedtomeandItohim，’sloyaltytothehorseswasquiteremarkable;bydayhetrottedbesidethem，，.
Iwasnotsuperstitious，anduptothistimehadhadnofaithinomens，’sjourneythereandback，，，butstillhestoodatasafedistance，andeyingtheteamaskance，，，andevenfollowedforahundredyardsorso，，theonlytimethathewaswillinglyseparatedfromthehorses，，andthedog’sbehaviorinspiredmewithanawfulforebodingofcalamity，thatweigheduponmemoreandmoreasthehourspassedaway.
Aboutsixo’clockBingo’showlingsbecameunbearable，sothatforlackofabetterthoughtIthrewsomethingathim，，thefeelingofhorrorthatfilledme！WhydidIletmybrothergoawayaloneShouldIeveragainseehimaliveImighthaveknownfromthedog’sactionsthatsomethingdreadfulwasabouttohappen.
Atlengththehourforhisreturnarrived，，vastlyrelieved，andwithanairofassumedunconcern，asked，“Allright”
“Right，”.
Andyetwhen，longafterward，Itoldthistooneskilledintheoccult，helookedgrave，andsaid，“Bingoalwaysturnedtoyouinacrisis”
“Yes.”
“;hestayedandsavedyourlife，thoughyouneverknewfromwhat.”
