Likewise, at first, tossed down in the canoe house, he had bristled and snarled at his fellow captives, not realizing their plight, and, since always he had been trained to look upon niggers as the eternal enemy, considering them responsible for the catastrophe to the _Arangi_ and to Skipper.
For Jerry was only a little dog, with a dog's limitations, and very young in the world.

But not for long did he throat his rage at them.

In vague ways it was borne in upon him that they, too, were not happy.

Some had been cruelly wounded, and kept up a moaning and groaning.

Without any clearness of concept, nevertheless Jerry had a realization that they were as painfully circumstanced as himself.