I tried to establish some control over Tom, as a substitute for the fear he felt for his master, who was not always within call, and who insisted that Tom could be tamed so as to serve the place of a watchdog.

Tom had been quite obedient for Tom, and my terror for him had abated.
I was interested in the heathen of India, and was president of a society which met in Pittsburg.

Coming home from a meeting, I was thrown out of a buggy and so badly hurt that I was kept in bed six weeks.

When I began to go out on crutches, I started to go to the garden, and forgot Tom until I heard him growl.

He lay flat, with his nose on his paws, his tail on the ground straight as a ramrod, save a few inches at the tip, which wagged slowly, his eyes green and fiery, and I not three feet from his head, and just in reach, even if his chain held; but I had seen it break in one of those springs which he was now preparing to make.