The black dog came nearer.
“Do not let such a chance go by,” he whispered. “It means bones for months and liver as long as you live.”
“Oh, why did he mention liver?” thought Ready. He was so hungry and it was his favorite food!
But something sang to Ready,
“I shall keep on the run
Till my journey is done.”
So he turned sharply toward the black dog, saying, as he ran:
“Go away at once. Do you suppose I would let you keep me from seeing my master to-night?”
“Suppose I make you come?” said Black Dog, in an ugly voice.
Ready looked at the Black Dog. He looked at him from head to foot, and then, with a growl, he made a step towards him.