"I'll mind.
Now, then, old fellow, turn round; I won't hurt you." Solomon raised his tail to a horizontal position and held it out stiffly.
"Don't be a stupid," cried Tom; "I want your head, not your tail." Dick burst into a roar of laughter, but Tom was not going to be beaten.
"You leave off laughing," he said, "and go farther back with that stick.
That's right.

Now, then, old boy, come on; turn round then." _Whack_! Poor Tom went backwards and came down a couple of yards away in a sitting position, with the collar in his lap and an astonished look in his countenance.
"Oh, I am sorry, Tom!" cried Dick, running up.

"You, Solomon, I'll half kill you.

Are you hurt, Tom ?" "I don't know yet," said the lad, struggling up.
"Where did he kick you ?" cried Dick, full of sympathy now for his friend.
"He didn't kick me at all," said Tom dolefully.

"I was holding the collar right out and he kicked that, but it hit me bang in the front and hurt ever so." "Let me take the harness; I'll get it on him." "No, I won't," cried Tom viciously.