Sapt put his hand on the beast's head.

There was a bullet-hole right through his forehead.

I nodded, and in my turn pointed to the dog's right shoulder, which was shattered by another ball.
"And see here," said the constable.

"Have a pull at this." I looked where his hand now was.

In the dog's mouth was a piece of gray cloth, and on the piece of gray cloth was a horn coat-button.