Wolf, and Asa felt that it was no idle threat.

Asa did not need to be spoken to again. All the wickedness, all
the blood-curdling threats that he had ever imagined, were in the
Wolf's touch on his collar. He was like a rabbit that suddenly
sees the white fangs of the hound close above him.

He was dumb with fright. He gave his captor one quaking look,
and obedient to the guiding hand, passed out the door into the
street. It was filled with people. The Wolf sought the most
crowded side and mingled with the throngs.

In the meantime Porky and Beany, having secured their
much-wished-for gum, a hard task on account of a penny jamming in
the slot, turned to join their friend.

"Where's old Asa? I bet he's having a fit," said Beany, chewing
comfortably.

"Look! Look!" said Beany suddenly, grasping his brother by the
arm. "There at the door!"

Porky looked. "That's Asa," he said. "Who's he going off with--
Beany, it's the Wolf!"




CHAPTER VIII