Aroused from this lethargy, Tommy found himself held by a big dog, and saw that his friend Johnny was in the arms of a very large bulldog; the two boys, being always very friendly, began to talk, but the two dogs did not allow this for one moment, but tried to make the little fellows fight; they knocked their hands together and made them scratch each other’s faces with their nails, until the boys got cross with each other and began to call each other names, to double up their little fists, and to strike out in earnest at each other’s face; Tommy felt red and angry, but he got the worst of it; his eyes were blackened, his nose bled, and he lost his dear little white front tooth.
