TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
this rebuff, but, after a moment’s hesitation, he followed his wife toward the door. The bull-dog, however, had endured a trying journey and was not accustomed to cabs. He decided to stay where he was for a time and rest. Thus Pat’s dignified stride was brought to a sudden stop by the tug of Cairlo’s chain and he yanked viciously at it in vain. Cairlo sat firm, bandy legs well apart, blear eyes fixed and staring. Groups of men in the rotunda turned to watch the scene with visible amusement. Pat took the brute by the collar and dragged him a step or two, but it was hot work, for Cairlo’s powers of resistance were great; gentle persuasion proved equally fruitless. Pat became conscious of flattering notice from all sides and suspended his campaign while he lighted a cigar with an easy air designed to announce to the world that the coercion of balky bull-dogs was his favourite
