"Watch him! He's prowling around, even now, in search of more things to injure.

He--" The author finished his sentence by catching up a heavy metal paperweight and drawing it back as if for a throw.

His muscles flexed.
The Mistress moved, as by accident, between the raging man and the dog.
The Master, for the moment, lacked presence of mind to do even that much for his canine chum's safety.

He was too much taken up in glaring unbelievingly at Lad.
The sedate collie, after following the bevy of excited humans upstairs, had stood gravely, just inside the threshold; looking with keen interest from one to the other of the gesticulating and noisy group.
Then, as a sharp whiff of that same baffling scent assailed his nose, he began a new tour of the room.
The odor was fresher than before.

And Lad's curiosity was roused to the full.