The wounded terrier exploded in a futile snap at Michael's tongue and nose.
"He all right, Killeny, he all right, sure," Steward warned quickly.
With a bob of his tail in token of understanding, without a shade of resentment, Michael lifted a paw and with a playful casual stroke, dab- like, brought its weight on the other's neck and rolled him, head-downward, over on the deck.

Though he snarled wrathily, Michael turned away composedly and looked up into Steward's face for approval.
A roar of laughter from the passengers greeted the capsizing of the fox- terrier and the good-natured gravity of Michael.

But not alone at this did they laugh, for at the moment of the snap and the turning over, Captain Duncan's unstrung nerves had exploded, causing him to jump as he tensed his whole body.
"Why, sir," the steward went on with growing confidence, "I bet I can make him friends with you, too, by this time to-morrow.

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