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