The next day I loaded a shot-gun and determined to kill him at any sacrifice.

I aimed carefully at him, but at the critical moment he dodged, and two handfuls of bird-shot went into the piano and tore it up badly.

Then I tossed some poisoned meat' at him, but he ate all around the poison, and seemed to feel better after the meal than he had done for years.

Finally, Butterwick came home, and he called to get his dog.

He entered the parlor bravely and attempted to seize the animal, when it bit him.