The great dog came up. He did not give Bow-Wow time to speak, but fell on him, and began to roll him over and over on the hard ground.
"Oh, Mew-Mew! Mew-Mew!" cried he, calling upon the only friend he had.
"What do you mean by 'Mew-Mew'?" said the big dog.
And he laid hold of Bow-Wow's neck, and gave him such a shake, as if he would shake his life out of him.
Mew-Mew, up in the tree, you may be sure, sat as still as a mouse.
"Oh! let me go! and I will never—never—" cried Bow-Wow, with his voice getting fainter at each word.
The big dog had such a hold of Bow-Wow, that he was not able to say what it was that he would never do.
"It is all over with me," he said to himself; and he shut his eyes and gave himself up for lost.