Bob did as directed.
“Great guns! No wonder he’s afraid. Why he’s been licked.”
“Heap big lickin’.”
“I’ll say so. Look here, Jack and Rex.”
“I’ll never blame a dog for being scared again,” Jack declared, after he had run his hand over the whelts.
“It’s a wonder he wasn’t killed,” Rex said. “What or who could have done it?”
“Problem number one,” Jack replied. “But whoever did it did a good job.”
“And if I ever find out who it was, believe me, he’ll appreciate that fact,” Bob promised.
“Will he get over it?” Rex turned to the Indian.
Kernertok shook his head.