call, but eluded him again and got in a stunning blow and this time it hurt. Once again the infuriated dog sprang and the man resorted to the same tactics. The fourth spring carried him almost into the man's face, but he stooped low and caught him a mighty blow under the jaw which made him see stars. For a few seconds poor Silversheene was groggy and so dazed he could scarce see his opponent, but when he finally did make him out, he was once more at him.
But no matter how fast or furious Silversheene sprang and snapped, the man with the club always eluded him and put in a stunning blow. The dog was game but the terrible blows were beginning to tell.
"For God's sakes, Bill," cried Alsandra from the fence. "Don't slip or fall. He will kill you if you do."
The strain of the fight was beginning to tell on this brutal champion of the club. His breath came in gasps and once he nearly lost his footing.
