well. He then stuck a stick through the foaming jaws of the dog and tied them with a strong cord, until he was completely muzzled. Then Pedro let up on the slipnoose on the dog's neck.
Poor Silversheene raged and boiled inwardly but could do nothing. He worked his paws frantically to get them loose, but the cords with which they were bound held. With his jaws he could only growl and that helped him little.
So he lay helpless while his captors slung him into the back of the Ford and tied him to the footrest. Finally Alsandra threw an old blanket over him, covering all but the tip of his nose, and the Ford drove rapidly away.
Pedro then made all haste to the station, secured the can of spray and drove back to the orchard. When Mr. Henderson returned to the car Pedro seemed very much excited, and explained at some length that while he was at the station the dog had
