Another, a deep one, in the fleshy part of one of his hind-legs; for Bayard seemed disposed to dance all around him.
That was enough, and Mr. Bates's yellow pet turned and ran yelping toward the nearest fence, while his conqueror flapped his wings and crowed most vigorously, and every hen in the yard clucked her admiration of his prowess.
Parry, too, clapped his hands, and felt as if he wanted to crow.
"He's such a little fellow, Uncle Joe, to fight such a big dog as that!"
"With teeth and claws, too, and a hundred times stronger than he."
"Did you know he could beat him?"
"Of course I did."
"He knew just how to use his spurs, didn't he?"
"That's it, Parry. He didn't have much, but he knew just what to do with it."
"Guess the dog knows it too now. He won't chase any more of our chickens."