I unlocked the kitchen door and went in, with the axe in one hand and the meat in the other.

The dog might take his choice.

I know'd he must be pretty nigh famished, for there was nothin' that he could get at to eat.

As soon as I went in, he came runnin' to me; but I could see he was shaky on his legs.

He looked a sort of wicked at me, and then he grabbed the meat.