The crowd started pellmell, with Leo and his burden in the rear.
Scarcely had Leo moved when the dog recovered and stood up. He had his eyes on Carl, and leaped once more for him.
Carl ran to where he had been performing. The four daggers he had used were still on the ground and he picked them up.
Swish! One of the daggers flew through the air with lightning-like rapidity. It struck the brute in the forehead, inflicting a telling injury.
“He has knifed the dog!”
“That was a clever throw!”
Seriously wounded, the bulldog, with the tenacity of his race, still showed fight. He crouched down, then made another leap for our hero.
As he did this his breast became exposed, and launching forth a second dagger the young magician struck him fairly between the ribs. The shining blade sank deep into the flesh, and with a snarl and a yelp the mad bulldog rolled over—dead.
A shout went up from the neighborhood of the mansion. Nearly all who had attended the party had seen the skillful way in which the dangerous animal had been dispatched. Leo was the first to reach Carl’s side.
“By jove! Carl, that was great!” he ejaculated. “You did him up in jig time.”