"Here's the Kid, Jerry, come to take you home. Get a move on you,"
and the Master will stumble out and follow me. It's lucky for us I'm
so white, for no matter how dark the night, he can always see me
ahead, just out of reach of his boot. At night the Master certainly
does see most amazing. Sometimes he sees two or four of me, and walks
in a circle, so that I have to take him by the leg of his trousers
and lead him into the right road. One night, when he was very nasty-
tempered and I was coaxing him along, two men passed us and one of
them says, "Look at that brute!" and the other asks "Which?" and they
both laugh. The Master, he cursed them good and proper.

This night, whenever we stopped at a public-house, the Master's pals
left it and went on with us to the next. They spoke quite civil to
me, and when the Master tried a flying kick, they gives him a shove.
"Do you want we should lose our money?" says the pals.

I had had nothing to eat for a day and a night, and just before we
set out the Master gives me a wash under the hydrant. Whenever I am
locked up until all the slop-pans in our alley are empty, and made to
take a bath, and the Master's pals speak civil, and feel my ribs, I
know something is going to happen. And that night, when every time
they see a policeman under a lamp-post, they dodged across the
street, and when at the last one of them picked me up and hid me
under his jacket, I began to tremble; for I knew what it meant. It
meant that I was to fight again for the Master.

I don't fight because I like it. I fight because if I didn't the
other dog would find my throat, and the Master would lose his stakes,
and I would be very sorry for him and ashamed. Dogs can pass me and I
can pass dogs, and I'd never pick a fight with none of them. When I