sounded so fine that I wanted to wag my tail, only couldn't, owing to
my hanging from it.

But the Master calls out, "Yes, his father was Regent Royal; who's
saying he wasn't? but the pup's a cowardly cur, that's what his pup
is, and why--I'll tell you why--because his mother was a black-and-
tan street-dog, that's why!"

I don't see how I get the strength, but some way I threw myself out
of the Master's grip and fell at his feet, and turned over and
fastened all my teeth in his ankle, just across the bone.

When I woke, after the pals had kicked me off him, I was in the
smoking-car of a railroad-train, lying in the lap of the little
groom, and he was rubbing my open wounds with a greasy, yellow stuff,
exquisite to the smell, and most agreeable to lick off.




PART II


"Well--what's your name--Nolan? Well, Nolan, these references are
satisfactory," said the young gentleman my new Master called "Mr.
Wyndham, sir." "I'll take you on as second man. You can begin to-
day."

My new Master shuffled his feet, and put his finger to his forehead.
"Thank you, sir," says he. Then he choked like he had swallowed a