chase him. Wow, wow! What a fright it had given him. He certainly would keep away from that roadway with the straight shining sticks.
So with all these precautions firmly in mind, Pierre did not get into as much trouble that day as he had the day before; but he did not find anything to eat for a long time. Gradually he learned a very sorry lesson which made his running away much harder to bear. Whenever he appeared at a farmhouse where there was another dog, that dog usually barked at him and drove him away. If there wasn't any dog, the people drove him away. Sometimes they merely shouted, but more often they threw things at him.
So the painful fact that he was an outcast was gradually driven home to the luckless Pierre. From being the petted
