and now he could vent his hate. He 

 came just over the tyrant, and taking 

 careful aim, he jumped and landed 

 squarely on the dog's ribs. It was a 

 terribly rude awakening, but the dog 

 gave no yelp, for the good reason that 

 the breath was knocked out of his 

 body. No bones were broken, though 

 he was barely able to drag himself away 

 in silent defeat, while Jacky played a 

 lively tune on his rear with paws that 

 were fringed with meat-hooks. 



Evidently it was a most excellent 

 plan; and when the dog came around 

 after that, or when Jack went to Bon- 

 amy's with his master, as he soon again 

 ventured to do, he would scheme with 

 more or less success to "get the drop 

 on the purp," as the men put it. The 

 dog now rapidly lost interest in Bear- 

 baiting, and in a short time it was a 

 forgotten sport. 



