He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. There was. Before any assistance could be rendered by the jailers, who stood astounded, Blueskin had got Wild in his clutches.
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