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the same thing again. After he had had a brisk 

 run he would quiet down. Then he would even 

 let a dog come up and sniff at him without attacking 

 it. 



Jerry's master owned another dog, a black-and-tan 

 terrier named Flicker. 



Flicker was a great coward. 



When Jerry was punished, his master used a 

 heavy whip ; and Jerry always took his punishment 

 without a sound. 



When Flicker was whipped a light switch was 

 used — a switch so light that striking the bare hand 

 with it scarcely stung. But the moment it was 

 raised over him, and before it touched him. Flicker 

 would begin to whine and yelp. 



There was nothing the terrier enjoyed more than 

 getting Jerry into a fight. When they were out 

 walking and met a dog Flicker would go up to the 

 stranger, moving his legs stiffly and snarling. 



The dog would growl in answer. Then Flicker 

 would glance round at Jerry as if to say, " Did you 

 hear that ? He's growling at you." 



Jerry's temper could hardly ever stand this. A 

 fight would follow, and Flicker, in high glee, would 

 prance about the heap of dogs, nipping at any leg 



