farther, but set himself down upon the ground, crying
most bitterly. In this situation he remained for some time, till at last
the little dog, who had never forsaken him, came up to him, wagging his
tail, and holding something in his mouth. The little Boy took it from
him, and saw it was a handkerchief nicely pinned together, which
somebody had dropped and the dog had picked up; and on opening it, he
found several slices of bread and meat, which the little Boy ate with
great satisfaction, and, felt himself extremely refreshed with his meal.
"So," said the little Boy, "I see that if I have given you a breakfast,
you have given me a supper; and a good turn is never lost, done even to
a dog."

He then once more attempted to escape from the wood; but it was to no
purpose; he only scratched his legs with briars, and slipped down in the
dirt, without being able to find his way out. He was just going to give
up all farther attempts in despair, when he happened to see a horse
feeding before him, and, going up to him, saw by the light of the moon,
which just then began to shine a little, that it was the very same he
had fed in the morning. "Perhaps," said the little Boy, "this creature,
as I have been so good to him, will let me get upon his back, and he may
bring me out of the wood, as he is accustomed to feed in this
neighborhood." The little Boy then went up to the horse, speaking to him
and stroking him, and the horse let him mount his back without
opposition; and then proceeded slowly through the wood, grazing as he
went, till he brought him to an opening which led to the high road. The
little Boy was much rejoiced at this, and said, "If I had not saved this
creature's life in the morning, I should have been obliged to have staid
here all night; I see by this that a good turn is never lost."

But the poor little Boy had yet a greater danger to undergo; for, as he
was going along a solitary lane, two men rushed out upon him, laid hold
of him, and were going to strip him of his clothes; but, just as they
were beginning to do it, the little dog bit the leg of one of the men
with so much violence that he left the little Boy and pursued the dog,
that ran howling and barking away. In this instant a voice was heard
that cried out, "There the rascals are; let us knock them down!" which
frightened the remaining man so much that he ran away, and his companion
followed him. The little Boy then looked up, and saw that it was the
Sailo