“Ugh!” grunted Old Joe. “Heap ugly dog! Him want to bite somebody. No want to bite some more.”
A man came rushing across from the bleachers. It was the dog’s master, and he was furious in his rage.
“That dog was worth five hundred dollars!” he snarled. “I’ll shoot the old skunk who killed him!”
He pulled a revolver and tried to get at Old Joe, who watched him quietly, seeming not at all alarmed.
Two policemen hurried up.
Frank Merriwell had placed himself between the owner of the dead dog and Crowfoot.
“Put up that pistol!” commanded Frank.
“I’ll shoot him!” raged the man. “He has killed Nero!”
Then he saw the policemen hurrying forward, and he suddenly decided to put the revolver away; but he called to the officers and demanded that the slayer of the dog be arrested.
“He carries concealed weapons!” declared the man.