Brown, within, pounded a protest and again commanded the dog to go and lie down.

Job, without, thumped and scratched and howled louder than ever.

He had decidedly the best of the duet, and the door was suffering every second.

Brown picked up the fire shovel and threw the door wide open.
"Get out!" he roared.

"Get out or I'll kill you!" He brandished the shovel, expecting an assault.