Instead, and bringing a roar of laughter from his fellows and a twinkle into the skipper's eyes, he rubbed questing fingers over his scratches and murmured: "My word! Some big fella dog that fella!" It was not that Jerry was unkindly.

Like Biddy and Terrence, he was fierce and unafraid; which attributes were wrapped up in his heredity.
And, like Biddy and Terrence, he delighted in nigger-chasing, which, in turn, was a matter of training.

From his earliest puppyhood he had been so trained.

Niggers were niggers, but white men were gods, and it was the white-gods who had trained him to chase niggers and keep them in their proper lesser place in the world.

All the world was held in the hollow of the white man's hands.