The boys cheered lustily as the kitten fought for the life so precious to it, and the dog shook and bit it.
I wondered how the former could claim to be human and yet stand unmoved at the pleading and terror in the poor little face.
So cruel to thus turn upon the happy, innocent creatures, and that, too, on the very spot they had learned to love as home!
Little Gray (as Bobby called her) was a mangled mass of wet fur and blood when the dog quit her, and less than an hour before she had played so prettily with her mates.
Just then Bobby came out, hearing the boys' shouts of glee.
She screamed at sight of her dead pets, and, flying at the dog, beat him with a piece of board.
"Tom set him on," said Carm.
"I'll tell Uncle Dick, that I will, and papa, too," the angry maiden cried.
"Chet told me to," said Tommy.
"He did? Well, if there was anything in this world that he loved, I'd kill it," she declared with blazing eyes, "but he don't love anything."