Plainly the dog liked the taste of that shirt, for he held to it tight.
"Get away---please do!" faltered Fred in a broken voice.

"Get away.

Don't bite.

Nice doggie! Nice, nice doggie! Please let go!" Gr-r-r-r-r! But Towser didn't attempt to bite as yet.

For a bull-dog, and considering how fully he was master of the field at present, Towser displayed amazing good nature.