"The man agreed that there was cause for complaint. 'I'll tell you what
it is, sir,' he said. 'It was my boy Jim as trained this 'ere dawg, and
I guess the young beggar's taught 'im more about tackling rats than
burglars. You leave 'im with me for a week, sir; I'll put that all
right.'
"We did so, and at the end of the time the trainer brought him back
again.
"'You'll find 'im game enough now, sir,' said the man. ''E ain't what I
call an intellectual dawg, but I think I've knocked the right idea into
'im.'
"My father thought he'd like to test the matter, so we hired a man for a
shilling to break in through the kitchen window while the trainer held
the dog by a chain. The dog remained perfectly quiet until the man was
fairly inside. Then he made one savage spring at him, and if the chain
had not been stout the fellow would have earned his shilling dearly.
"The dad was satisfied now that he could go to bed in peace; and the
mater's alarm for the safety of the local burglars was proportionately
increased.
"Months passed uneventfully by, and then another burglar sampled our
house. This time there could be no doubt that the dog was doing
something for his living. The din in the basement was terrific. The
house shook with the concussion of falling bodies.
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