Silversheene was half a mind to take the part of the smaller dog and help him, but he was gradually losing all of his chivalric spirit so he just stood by watching. For a short time the smaller dog held his own, being nerved by a sense of his injustice. But finally the greater weight and strength of the other dog prevailed and the small dog was borne to earth. At this sight, the crowd of watching dogs was transformed to savage brutes just one degree removed from starving wolves. Without a moment's notice of what was to happen the whole mass swept over the struggling fighters, all seeking to get at the under dog.
According to the ethics of the wolf pack this dog had gone down. He had lost his footing and he was any one's meat. They rushed upon him with blood-curdling snarls and snapped and fought to get at him.
At the sound of the melee men came running from all directions with clubs. No man would have the temerity to go into a dog fight like that unarmed. The men
