I sat by him and thought of his master in New York.

If he had brought Dandy up properly he might not now be here in his silent death agony.

A young pup should be trained just as a child is, and punished when he goes wrong.

Dandy began badly, and not being checked in his evil ways, had come to this.

Poor Dandy! Poor, handsome dog of a rich master! He opened his dull eyes, gave me one last glance, then, with a convulsive shudder, his torn limbs were still.