The upper lips of the animal twitched dangerously back and the sound came from the very depths of his body.
It made the flesh crawl along Vic's back; one rip of those great teeth could tear a man's throat open.

The child thudded her heels against the ribs of Bart again.
"Giddap!" she cried.
The wolf-dog shuddered but would not budge an inch.
"Naughty Bart!" She slipped off to the floor.

"I'll make him come," she said.
"If it's the same to you," said Vic, rather hastily, "I'd just as soon he stayed where he is." "He's got to do what I want," she answered.

She shook a tiny forefinger at him.

"Bart, you just come here!" The dog turned his blazing eyes on her and replied with a growl that shook his sides.
"Stop!" she ordered, and struck him sharply on the nose.