He left for a still closer look at what was unquestionably a dog.
The Wilbur twin became concerned for Boodles.

He regarded him highly.
But he knew that Boodles was a fighter, and Frank ate them up.

He commanded Boodles to go back, but though he had slowed his pace and now halted a dozen feet from Frank, the cannibal, Boodles showed that he was not going back until he had some better reason.

Violence of the cruellest sort seemed forward.

But perhaps Frank might be won from his loathly practice.
"You, Frank, be quiet, sir!" ordered Wilbur, though Frank had not been unquiet.