So I led him to your house, seeking assistance.

When I reached there----" She stopped in her recital, compressing her lips and gazing off across the sagebrush.
"Well ?" the engineer encouraged.
"When I reached there, I heard a dog whining." Bryant stiffened.
"I left my dog Mike behind," said he.
"The sound was really more like a moaning," she went on.

"At first I could see nothing, but when I looked everywhere I found that it came from one of the three cottonwood trees.

Somebody had hurt him, and the poor creature was suffering terribly.

I--I can hardly tell what had been done to him!" And she shuddered.
"Mike! They've killed my dog Mike!" "They nailed him to a cottonwood tree.