"Well, I'll tell you," said next-door-but-one. "You take him up into a room where there's not much furniture, and you shut the door and bolt it."
"I see," said my uncle.
"Then you place him on the floor in the middle of the room, and you go down on your knees in front of him, and begin to irritate him."
"Oh!"
"Yes—and you go on irritating him until you have made him quite savage."
"Which, from what I know of the dog, won't take long," observed my uncle thoughtfully.
"So much the better. The moment he gets savage he will fly at you."
My uncle agreed that the idea seemed plausible.
"He will fly at your throat," continued the next-door-but-one man, "and this is where you will have to be careful. As he springs toward you, and before he gets hold of you, you must hit him a fair straight blow on his nose, and knock him down."
"Yes, I see what you mean."