The dog-chains shown me at the store all seemed too short and too weak, and I concluded to buy two chains such as used for hitching horses and to join them so as to make a long as well as a strong one of them.

I wanted him to be able to come out of the wood-shed when it should be necessary to show himself.
On my way home with my purchase the thought suddenly struck me, How will you put that chain on your dog?
The memory of the rumbling growl was still vivid.
I never put the chain on him.

As I approached him with it in my hand, he rose to his feet, his eyes sparkled, his black lips drew back from his mighty teeth, he gave one savage bark and sprang at me.
His chain held and I went into the house.

That night he broke loose and went home to his master, who lived fully ten miles away.
When I found in the morning that he was gone I was in doubt whether it would be better to go and look for him or not.

But I concluded to keep up a brave heart, and found him, as I expected, at the place where I had bought him.