The big mongrel, in
agony, snarled and made a lunge at his irritatingly dancing
tormentor. His teeth dug grazingly into the terrier's withers;
and, with an impatient toss, he flung the little beast to one
side. Then he continued his interrupted flight; sick wrath
beginning to encompass his reeling brain, at the annoyance he had
encountered.
The yell of the slightly hurt terrier brought people to their
doors. The sound disturbed a half-breed spaniel from his doze in
the dust, and sent him out to continue the harrying his injured
terrier chum had begun.
The spaniel flew at the black dog; nipping at the plodding
forepaws. The mongrel raged; as might some painfully sick human
who is pestered when he asks only to be let alone. His dull
apathy gave place to sullen anger. He bit growlingly at the
spaniel, throwing himself to one side in pursuit of the elusive
foe. And he snapped with equal rage at an Irish terrier that had
come out to add to the turmoil.
By this time, a score of people were dancing up and down inside
their door-yard fences, squalling "Mad dog!" and flinging at the
black brute any missile they could lay hand to.
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