The effect upon the ugly little terrier was instantaneous. He tucked his tail between his legs, and rushed off as hard as ever he could lay leg to rugged rock?
Nothing of the kind. He took it as a direct insult and an injurious threat. Raising his stumpy tail to its full height of two inches, without counting the loose grey hairs on the top, he planted his four feet widely apart, and barked furiously, changing his appealing whines to growls of defiance.
“You shall not frighten him,” said Scood, showing his teeth.
“I’ll let you see,” cried Kenneth. “Here, you, Sneeshing, be off! home!”
There was a furiously defiant roulade of barks.
“Do you hear, sir? Go home!”
A perfect volley of barks.
Bang!
Kenneth fired over the dog.
“You shall not frighten him,” said Scoodrach again.