The mongrel began to yelp.

Samson lifted both dogs by the backs of their necks, broke the hold of Sambo and tossed aside the mongrel, who ran away whining.
"That reminds me of a bull that tackled a man over in Vermont," said he.
"The man had a club in his hand.

He dodged and grabbed the bull's tail and beat him all over the lot.

As the bull roared, the man hollered: 'I'd like to know who began this fuss anyway.'" The stranger laughed.
"Is that your house ?" Samson asked.
The man stepped nearer and answered in a low, confidential tone: "Say, mister, this is a combination poorhouse and idiot asylum.

I am the idiot.