14/16 He must be disposed of before anyone else is astir. How I hate to take life." He sauntered down the walk to the tool shed, went in and soon came out leading a large, brown dog by a chain. He was snapping and snarling and biting at his chain as he went along, though Mr.Wood led him very kindly, and when he saw me he acted as if he could have torn me to pieces. After Mr.Wood took him behind the barn, he came back and got his gun. |