A NIGHT IN THE OPEN. 
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his fore legs, bringing it back over his neck ; buckled 
it loosely, and slipped my head and my left arm and 
shoulder through. Being a shy brute, as most 
of the greyhound breed are, on finding himself fast 
he got alarmed, and began to struggle tremendously, 
handling and snapping like a baited fox. I threw 
myself down (he on the top of me), held his black 
muzzle fast with my left hand, turned half over, 
and, having my right hand free, hammered into 
his ribs with my fist till I knocked every particle 
of breath out of his body, and half suffocated him 
at the same time by keeping his mouth shut. His 
struggles for some time were fearful: he foamed at 
