He struck it off with a smart blow, and the poor dog squeaked and ran cowering back to me.

When he woke up, about half an hour after, he called it to him again, but Dash only looked sheepish and wagged the tip of his tail.

He called again more sharply, but Dash only clung the closer to me, and licked my hand, as if imploring protection.

Enraged at this, his master snatched up a heavy book and hurled it at his head.

The poor dog set up a piteous outcry, and ran to the door.