all the while he had been storing up wrath against the time when he should get at one of these devils who had bound and carried him away.
Finally on the third day the automobile entered a large city on the seacoast and the driver made his way to its most objectionable suburb. Here he drove about for a while searching for the man he had been directed to. Finally the machine drew up before a small house, and a red-faced, brutal-looking man came to the door.
"Hello, Bill," said Alsandra. "I have got a prize for you. It is that dog which Pedro Garcia was planning to send you as soon as he landed him. He is a dandy, but I guess he is hell fire all right. He will give you a go for your money as soon as I let him loose."
The man grinned. "I never see any darned dog that I was afraid of yet. You just drive around back inside the board fence and we will take a look at your roaring lion."
