William Adolphus sat up and began to take notice.
"Call off that dog," I said warningly to Alexander Abraham.
"Call him off yourself," he retorted. "Since you've brought that cat
here you can protect him."
"Oh, it wasn't for William Adolphus' sake I spoke," I said pleasantly.
"William Adolphus can protect himself."
William Adolphus could and did. He humped his back, flattened his ears,
swore once, and then made a flying leap for Mr. Riley. William Adolphus
landed squarely on Mr. Riley's brindled back and promptly took fast hold,
spitting and clawing and caterwauling.
You never saw a more astonished dog than Mr. Riley. With a yell of
terror he bolted out to the kitchen, out of the kitchen into the hall,
through the hall into the room, and so into the kitchen and round again.
With each circuit he went faster and faster, until he looked
like a brindled streak with a dash of black and white on top.
Such a racket and commotion I never heard, and I laughed until
the tears came into my eyes. Mr. Riley flew around and around,
and William Adolphus held on grimly and clawed. Alexander Abraham
turned purple with rage.
"Woman, call off that infernal cat before he kills my dog,"
he shouted above the din of yelps and yowls.
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