The muscles of his left arm were sorely tried; the dog considered his part in the fray by no means ended, and he tugged and yelped huskily.

With his right hand Maurice sought his revolver, cocked and leveled it.

There came a respite.

The students had not fully recovered from their surprise, and the yells sank into murmurs.
"You curs!" said Maurice, panting.

"Shame on you! and an old dog that can't defend himself! You knew he had no teeth." "God save your Excellency!" laughed a student in the rear, who had not tasted the cane; "you may be sure we knew he had no teeth or we wouldn't have risked our precious calves.