In the Sunk Lands — page 230: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 213 ‘We don’t tie him outside an’ let the old one kim along an’ turn him loose for our trouble,” Sammy explained. We took the dogs with us every morning when we examined the traps, and left the cub with plenty of yellow-bottomed acorns, of which he was very fond. He grew quite docile. Occasionally, how- ever, he would hit us a stinging rap with his paw—yjust for fun, I suppose—if we happened to be within reach. The second night of his capture he began to whine dismally. The dogs bristled their backs and growled; but we thought they were orowling at him and paid no attention. Suddenly a heavy body threw itself _ against the door with tremendous force ; but the thick bars held. Then a hoarse srowl came from without. ‘‘Hit’s the old one,” cried Sammy, as the dogs flew to the door and began bark- ing. We grabbed our rifles and stood waiting, not daring to open the door. The little one in the corner, which Treve had named ‘‘ Brute,”’ redoubled his efforts to break his chain and whined shrilly. Eomichbooks: Go