BRUNO 



his tail began to wag, and I drew back from the 

 protecting attitude I had instinctively assumed. 

 His tail continued to wag, his ears drooped 

 lower and lower, until presently he was licking 

 the little kits and rooting them over with his 

 nose regardless of their ineffectual clawing and 

 spitting. 



At this stage of the game, who should arrive 

 on the scene but Rebecca ! She came dashing 

 in, having returned from a hunting excursion 

 to find her nest of babies gone ; coming, as she 

 always did when anything went wrong, for our 

 help and comfort. As soon as she saw Bruno, 

 her back went up as if a spring had been 

 touched; she stood at bay, growling and 

 spitting. 



He started towards her, but Julius grasped 

 his collar. Then Rebecca caught sight of her 

 kits. She darted to them, sprang into the box, 

 and covered them with her body. 



Julius loosened his hold of Bruno, who ad- 

 vanced eagerly. 



Rebecca received him with a flash of her paw 

 which left a long deep scratch on his nose. He 

 retreated whining and growling. Julius com- 

 forted him, while I took Rebecca in hand. For 

 some time we reasoned and experimented with 



