Teeth aglint,
growling ferociously, she dug her fangs into the hurt shoulder
and slung her whole weight forward in the bite.
Thus was it the temperamental Lady's wont to punish real or
fancied injuries from the Place's other animals,--and from humans
as well, except only the Mistress and the Master. She charged
first, and did her thinking afterward. Apparently, her brain,
just then, could hold no impression except that her interfering
mate had picked her up by the neck-scruff and had thrown her,
head over heels, into a ditch. And such treatment called for
instant penalty.
Under her fifty-pound impact, poor Lad's three-cornered balance
gave way. Down he went in an awkward heap; while Lady snarled
viciously and snapped for his momentarily exposed throat. Lad
turned his head aside to guard the throat; but he made no move to
resent this ungrateful onslaught; much less to fight back. Which
was old Lad's way,--with Lady.
Dislocated shoulder or not, he would have flown at any male dog
that assailed him; and would have made the aggressor fight for
dear life.
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