"That beast is in torment, and whatever my opinion of him may be, I cannot endure to see him suffering pain.

You keep away, Rilla, for little Kitchener's sake, and I will see what I can do." Susan stalked undauntedly into the kitchen, seized an old storm coat of the doctor's and after a wild pursuit and several fruitless dashes and pounces, managed to throw it over the cat and can.

Then she proceeded to saw the can loose with a can-opener, while Rilla held the squirming animal, rolled in the coat.

Anything like Doc's shrieks while the process was going on was never heard at Ingleside.

Susan was in mortal dread that the Albert Crawfords would hear it and conclude she was torturing the creature to death.