102 WILD BROTHER 



while I was calling. Suddenly she dove into the 

 leaves and disappeared in the subway. Soon there 

 came to us up through the passage the distant 

 sound of an altercation. Foxy was scolding and 

 Bruno whining and complaining. 



The noise grew louder, and presently the dog's 

 stubby tail appeared through the leaves. It was 

 twitching in great excitement. Slowly by a series 

 of spasmodic jerks her body came in view. Then 

 Bruno's sleepy face appeared. One ear was lost to 

 sight, for Foxy held it in her mouth. Tugging, 

 straining, and scolding, she dragged him forth 

 inch by inch, nor relinquished her grip till he stood 

 clear of his threshold. Then she turned to me for 

 recognition and praise, and having received it, left 

 the cage. Bruno yawned and opened wide his 

 cavernous mouth; he winked his blurry eyes and 

 shook his drowsy head. Bits of dried leaves stick- 

 ing to his face gave him a befuddled, carry-me- 

 home expression that was ridiculous to behold. 

 One almost expected to hear him ask: "What's 

 the matter, boys ? Where am I at ? What 's all 

 this row about?" 



For some time he sat stupidly gazing here and 

 there ; then slowly his wits came back to him. He 

 got up on his feet and laboriously stretched first 

 one leg and then another, as if he were trying them out 

 to see if he really would be able to walk about again. 



