He pushed the boiler aside, lifted a lid of the range and inspected the fire.

From behind him came a yelp, another, a thump, and then a series of thumps and yelps.

He turned and saw Job in the center of the floor apparently having a fit.
The moment his back was turned, the pup had sneaked into the kitchen.
It was not a large kitchen, and Job was distinctly a large dog.

Also, he was suspicious of further assaults with the fire shovel and had endeavored to find a hiding place under the table.

In crawling beneath this article of furniture he had knocked off a sheet of the fly paper.
This had fallen "butter side down" upon his back, and stuck fast.