That Prowler had no right at all to tell him to get off the road nor to bite him!
And so, though he was only a yellow dog and small and weak, Wienerwurst barked bravely and tried his best to fight off the big dog.
It wasn't a very happy chorus of growls and barks and squeals. It sounded something like this:
"Gurrrrr—gurrr-uh—ow—ow—gurr—gurr—ow—wuf—ar—gurr—ow—wow—uh- wuf—xxx—x!!!"
Jehosophat pulled on the reins.
"We must stop that," said he. "Hepzebiah you sit here."
Out he jumped, but his brother was ahead of him, for Marmaduke loved Wienerwurst even more than they did.
At the big dog's collar they pulled, and they grabbed tight hold of his chain, trying to drag him away so that he wouldn't hurt little Wienerwurst. But he was very strong, that wicked bad dog. They couldn't budge him at all.
But just then they heard the sound of wheels. They were glad.
Help was coming at last!