rage for all the indignity of the past two days welled up in him and he became transformed into a raging, snarling fury.
Now some one would pay the price of all his injuries.
"Ain't you afraid of him?" inquired Alsandra. "He looks to me a good deal like the devil himself."
The man with the club laughed then he stepped to the back door and flung it wide.
"All right," he said. "Now come on, my ugly pup. You can have all the rope you want."
Silversheene needed no further invitation, for he was out of the door like a flash and with a bound like lightning sprang full at the man's throat.
With an agility that surprised the dog the man sprang to one side and at the same time caught—him a sharp blow with the club on the side of the head. Silversheene was so raging that he did not even feel it, although it was a hard blow. Again he sprang, and this time the man had a closer
