Nor now could he understand the queer feeling of humiliation that
swept over him at sight of the horrified repugnance in the eyes
of this mere brute beast. It roused him to a gust of hot
vexation.
"Shamed of me, are you?" he grunted fiercely. "A dirty
four-legged critter's 'shamed of a he-man, hey? Well, we'll lick
that out of you, dam' soon!"
Lurching to his feet, he snatched up a broom handle. He waved it
menacingly over the dog. Chum gave back not an inch. Under the
threat of a beating he stood his ground, his brave eyes
steadfast, and, lurking in their mystic depths, that same glint
of sorrowful wonder and disgust.
Up whirled the broomstick. But when it fell it did not smite
athwart the shoul ders of the sorrowing dog. Instead, it
clattered harmlessly to the board floor. And to the floor also
slumped Link Ferris, his nerve all gone, his heart soggy with
sudden remorse.
To his knees thudded the man, close beside the collie. From
Link's throat were bursting great strangled sobs which tortured
his whole body and made his speech a tangled jumble that was not
pretty to hear.
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