“What was he doin’ to him?” inquired Mr. Tucker.
“Putting the poor animal’s head into this dirty pool, and keeping it there till it was nearly suffocated.”
“Was you doin’ that, Zeke?” asked his father.
“I was havin’ a little fun with him,” said Zeke candidly.
“It might have been fun to you, but it wasn’t to him,” said Phil.
“Why didn’t you ask Zeke to stop, and not fly at him like a tiger?” demanded Mr. Tucker.
“I did remonstrate with him, but he only laughed, and did it again.”
“He hadn’t no right to order me,” said Zeke. “It wa’n’t no business of his if I was havin’ a little fun with the dog.”
“And I had a little fun with, you,” returned Philip—“You couldn’t have complained if I had dipped your head in the water also.”
“I ain’t a dog!” said Zeke.