But that was nothing to Jinks now. He scented danger, and the
treacherous meanness of his nature came suddenly to the fore. He
forgot the care and kindness of his master; forgot everything but the
fact that those eyes were still looking at him, and that they made him
feel restless, irritable and wild. He had had this wild feeling for
some time now, but he had been keeping it in restraint, fearing that
dog-whip and dreading the anger of his master; but now, for some
reason or other, he did not care what his master thought of him, and,
as he snapped fiercely at his master's hand, he growled and snarled as
savagely as any wild jackal.

Without a moment's hesitation, his master, with his free hand, caught
Jinks by the throat and called for help. Luckily, two servants were
close by, and came immediately, and Jinks' master gave orders to fetch
a gun and shoot him at once.

But Jinks was not born to be shot in that manner. As he felt that grip
on his throat, he suddenly realized his strength, and with one great
wrench he tore himself free, snapping and snarling in true savage
fashion, and showing his fang-like teeth in an appalling manner. He
would have sprung straight at the throat of his master, but that at
that moment there was a flash of fire, a terrific bang, and Jinks,
scared out of his wits, fled, howling in the most miserable way.

This was the last Jinks saw of his master, or his master saw of him,
for some time, for after that he returned no more to the home which
had sheltered him so long, but roamed the country at will, and made
night hideous by his screams and howls. He wandered about for some
time, seeking for a companion of some sort, but the only animals at
all like himself were one or two domestic dogs which lived in the