A tiger leaping forth from a jungle and standing with
his eyes ablaze, must be a terrible sight. But the tiger, red tongue
out, crouching, eyes like fire, could not inspire more of terror than
the dead eye of a mad dog. We know that its tooth, its claw, its very
foam means death, lingering, horrible.
"Don't move," commanded Jasper, slowly getting up from the table. There
was no weapon within reach. "I'll have to choke him," said the old man.
"If any of you moves a muscle I'll hold you responsible." Gazing into
the eyes of the dog, he slowly moved toward the door. Then, making a
sudden motion forward, he sprang to one side; and the dog was in the
air, and when he came down the old man was upon his back, with hands
grasped around his throat. The women shrieked. Jim and Tom sprang
forward. "Look out, boys, don't let him scratch you. Here, Jim, grab his
hind legs. Mr. Elliott, fetch that handspike from over thar in the
corner."
Jim seized the dog's legs and Tom brought the big stick. "Shall I mash
his head with it, sir?"
"No.
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