“He wasn’t mad at all! He was playful, that’s all. That dog cost me fifty dollars. Somebody has got to pay for him.”
“I don’t think I shall pay for him,” said the captain, stiffly. “He was mad beyond a doubt, and had to be shot. Had he bitten Mrs. Bennington it might have made a lot of trouble for you.”
“Bah! I say he wasn’t mad. I want pay for the dog.”
“You’ll not get it from me.”
“Then I’ll sue!”
“That is your privilege,” answered Captain Putnam, with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “But I don’t think you’ll gain anything by it.”
“And I’ll have the boy who shot the dog arrested,” went on Sam Haverick, roughly.
The man’s manner made the captain angry, and he stiffened up.
“If you do that, sir, I’ll have you arrested also,” he said.
“Me?”