Not until _Mister_ Haggin abruptly picked him up under one arm and stepped into the sternsheets of the waiting whaleboat, did Jerry dream that anything untoward was to happen to him.

_Mister_ Haggin was Jerry's beloved master, and had been his beloved master for the six months of Jerry's life.

Jerry did not know _Mister_ Haggin as "master," for "master" had no place in Jerry's vocabulary, Jerry being a smooth-coated, golden-sorrel Irish terrier.
But in Jerry's vocabulary, "_Mister_ Haggin" possessed all the definiteness of sound and meaning that the word "master" possesses in the vocabularies of humans in relation to their dogs.

"_Mister_ Haggin" was the sound Jerry had always heard uttered by Bob, the clerk, and by Derby, the foreman on the plantation, when they addressed his master.

Also, Jerry had always heard the rare visiting two-legged man-creatures such as came on the _Arangi_, address his master as _Mister_ Haggin.
But dogs being dogs, in their dim, inarticulate, brilliant, and heroic- worshipping ways misappraising humans, dogs think of their masters, and love their masters, more than the facts warrant.