But if he don't realize me, you can't arrest me.

See ?" The two officers led Michael away, and after several minutes returned along the deck, Michael stretched out ahead on the taut rope seeking Steward.
"What'll you take for the dog ?" Daughtry demanded, as they drew near--this the cue he had trained Michael to know.
And Michael, straining at the rope, went by, without so much as a wag of tail to Steward or a glance of eye.

The officers stopped before Daughtry and drew Michael back into the group.
"He's a lost dog," said the first officer.
"We're trying to find his owner," supplemented the third.
"Some dog that--what'll you take for 'm ?" Daughtry asked, studying Michael with critical eyes of interest.

"What kind of a temper's he got ?" "Try him," was the answer.
The steward put out his hand to pat him on the head, but withdrew it hastily as Michael, with bristle and growl, viciously bared his teeth.
"Go on, go on, he won't hurt you," the delighted passengers urged.
This time the steward's hand was barely missed by a snap, and he leaped back as Michael ferociously sprang the length of the rope at him.
"Take 'm away!" Dag Daughtry roared angrily.

"The treacherous beast! I wouldn't take 'm for gift!" And as they obeyed, Michael strained backward in a paroxysm of rage, making fierce short jumps to the end of the tether as he snarled and growled with utmost fierceness at the steward.
"Eh?
Who'd say he ever seen me in his life ?" Daughtry demanded triumphantly.