"Ef he gets too much for me I've gut a gun for him in my pocket, but I never had to use it on a dog yet. He'll give up directly, or my name ain't dog-smasher Bill."
Silversheene had been standing for a few seconds with his fore legs braced getting back his wind and his eyesight. Blood was flowing freely over his face and it blurred his sight.
Finally with a blood-curdling snarl he went at his tormentor again. This time the pace was faster and more furious than before. Finally when the man had been hard pressed for several seconds he succeeded in bringing the club down full on the top of the dog's head and as he crumpled up on the ground he followed it up with a brutal kick in the side fully to cower him.
The world went dark to Silversheene and he lay still and ceased breathing.
"Well," said the man on the fence, "I guess you have killed him. But you'll have to pay for him. I delivered him all right."
"Killed nothing," snorted Bill, contemp-
