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other dogs in sympathy with her and also 

 getting ready to go on strike against 

 authority? 



No matter, whatever it is it must be met 

 and settled, and settled in such a manner 

 that it will not be repeated. The first thing 

 I did was to shut Jack up in the fish house. 

 Then I went for Cuffy. I gave her a mosl 

 thorough trouncing. Before I was through 

 with her, she found out who was master, 

 and never did she growl at me again. 



During her castigation she had cried 

 bitterly. These cries had terribly excited 

 Jack. Like a caged lion, he had growled 

 and raged in his prison abode, out of which 

 he had made the most desperate attempts to 

 escape. He smashed the few panes of glass 

 in the window of the fish house, but the 

 window was too small and high for him to 

 struggle through. 



When I had thoroughly conquered Cuffy, 

 and we were good friends again, I armed 

 myself with the same axe handle I had used 

 before, and then went to have it out with 

 Jack. The instant I unlocked the door, I 

 sprang back on my guard. Without any 

 hesitancy and just as viciously as before he 

 sprang at my throat. I am confident that 



