ng the door。 As the Makambo rolled on an easy sea the door swung back and forth； remaining wide open for intervals and banging shut but not banging hard enough to latch itself。
Michael crossed the high threshold with the innocent intention of exploring no farther than the immediate vicinity。 But scarcely was he through； when a heavier roll slammed the door and latched it。 And immediately Michael wanted to get back。 Obedience was strong in him； for it was his heart's desire to serve his lord's will； and from the few days' confinement he sensed； or guessed； or divined； without thinking about it； that it was Steward's will for him to stay in the stateroom。
For a long time he sat down before the closed door； regarding it wistfully but being too wise to bark or speak to such inanimate object。 It had been part of his early puppyhood education to learn that only live things could be moved by plea or threat； and that while things not alive did move； as the door had moved； they never moved of themselves； and were deaf to anything life might have to say to them。 Occasionally he trotted down the short cross…hall upon which the stateroom opened； and gazed up and down the long hall that ran fore and aft。
For the better part of an hour he did this； returning always to the door that would not open。 Then he achieved a definite idea。 Since the door would not open； and since Steward and Kwaque did not return； he would go in search of them。 Once with this concept of action clear in his brain； without timidities of hesitation and irresolution； he trotted aft down the long hall。 Going around the right angle in which it ended； he encountered a narrow flight of steps。 Among many scents； he recognized those of Kwaque and Steward and knew they had passed that way。
Up the stairs and on the main deck； he began to meet passengers。 Being white gods； he did not resent their addresses to him； though he did not linger and went out on the open deck where more of the favoured gods reclined in steamer…chairs。 Still no Kwaque or Steward。 Another flight of narrow； steep stairs invited； and he came out on the boat…deck。 Here； under the wide awnings； were many more of the godsmany times more than he had that far seen in his life。
The for'ard end of the boat…deck terminated in the bridge； which； instead of being raised above it； was part of it。 Trotting around the wheel…house to the shady lee…side of it； he came upon his fate； for be it known that Captain Duncan possessed on board in addition to two fox…terriers； a big Persian cat； and that cat possessed a litter of kittens。 Her chosen nursery was the wheel… house； and Captain Duncan had humoured her； giving her a box for her kittens and threatening the quartermasters with all manner of dire fates did they so much as step on one of the kittens。
But Michael knew nothing of this。 And the big Persian knew of his existence before he did of hers。 In fact； the first he knew was when she launched herself upon him out of the open wheel…house doorway。 Even as he glimpsed this abrupt danger； and before he could know what it was； he leaped sideways and saved himself。 From his point of view； the assault was unprovoked。 He was staring at her with bristling hair； recognizing her for what she was； a cat； when she sprang again； her tail the size of a large man's arm； all claws and spitting fury and vindictiveness。
This was too much for a self…respecting Irish terrier。 His wrath was immediate with her second leap； and he sprang to the side to avoid her claws； and in from the side to meet her； his jaws clamping together on her spinal column with a jerk while she was still in mid…air。 The next moment she lay sprawling and struggling on the deck with a broken back。
But for Michael this was only the beginning。 A shrill yelling； rather than yelping； of more enemies made him whirl half about； but not quick enough。 Struck in flank by two full…grown fox… terriers； he was slashed and rolled on the deck。 The two； by the way； had long before made their first appearance on the Makambo as little puppies in Dag Daughtry's coat pocketsDaughtry； in his usual fashion； having appropriated them ashore in Sydney and sold them to Captain Duncan for a guinea apiece。
By this time； scrambling to his feet； Michael was really angry。 In truth； it was raining cats and dogs； such belligerent shower all unprovoked by him who had picked no quarrels nor even been aware of his enemies until they assailed him。 Brave the fox… terriers were； despite the hysterical rage they were in； and they were upon him as he got his legs under him。 The fangs of one clashed with his； cutting the lips of both of them； and the lighter dog recoiled from the impact。 The other succeeded in taking Michael in flank； fetching blood and hurt with his teeth。 With an instant curve； that was almost spasmodic； of his body； Michael flung his flank clear； leaving the other's mouth full of his hair； and at the same moment drove his teeth through an ear till they met。 The fox…terrier； with a shrill yelp of pain； sprang back so impetuously as to ribbon its ear as Michael's teeth combed through it。
The first terrier was back upon him； and he was whirling to meet it； when a new and equally unprovoked assault was made upon him。 This time it was Captain Duncan； in a rage at sight of his slain cat。 The instep of his foot caught Michael squarely under the chest； half knocking the breath out of him and wholly lifting him into the air； so that he fell heavily on his side。 The two terriers were upon him； filling their mouths with his straight； wiry hair as they sank their teeth in。 Still on his side； as he was beginning to struggle to his feet； he clipped his jaws together on a leg of one； who screamed with pain and retreated on three legs； holding up the fourth； a fore leg； the bone of which Michael's teeth had all but crushed。
Twice Michael slashed the other four…footed foe and then pursued him in a circle with Captain Duncan pursuing him in turn。 Shortening the distance by leaping across a chord of the arc of the other's flight； Michael closed his jaws on the back and side of the neck。 Such abrupt arrest in mid…flight by the heavier dog brought the fox…terrier down on deck with； a heavy thump。 Simultaneous with this； Captain Duncan's second kick landed； communicating such propulsion to Michael as to tear his clenched teeth through the flesh and out of the flesh of the fox…terrier。
And Michael turned on the Captain。 What if he were a white god？ In his rage at so many assaults of so many enemies； Michael； who had been peacefully looking for Kwaque and Steward； did not stop to reckon。 Besides； it was a strange white god upon whom he had never before laid eyes。
At the beginning he had snarled and growled。 But it was a more serious affair to attack a god； and no sound came from him as he leaped to meet the leg flying toward him in another kick。 As with the cat； he did not leap straight at it。 To the side to avoid； and in with a curve of body as it passed； was his way。 He had learned the trick with many blacks at Meringe and on board the Eugenie； so that as often he succeeded as failed at it。 His teeth came together in the slack of the white duck trousers。 The consequent jerk on Captain Duncan's leg made that infuriated mariner lose his balance。 Almost he fell forward on his face； part recovered himself with a violent effort； stumbled over Michael who was in for another bite； tottered wildly around； and sat down on the deck。
How long he might have sat there to recover his breath is problematical； for he rose as rapidly as his stoutness would permit； spurred on by Michael's teeth already sunk into the fleshy part of his shoulder。 Michael missed his calf as he uprose； but tore the other leg of the trousers to shreds and received a kick that lifted him a yard above the deck in a half…somersault and landed him on his back on deck。
Up to this time the Captain had been on the ferocious offensive； and he was in the act of following up the kick when Michael regained his feet and soared up in the air； not for leg or thigh； but for the throat。 Too high it was for him to reach it； but his teeth closed on the flowing black scarf and tore it to tatters as his weight drew him back to deck。
It was not this so much that turned Captain Duncan to the pure defensive and started him retreating backward； as it was the silence of Michael。 Ominous as death it was。 There were no snarls nor throat…threats。 With eyes straight…looking and unblinking； he sprang and sprang again。 Neither did he growl when he attacked nor yelp when he was kicked。 Fear of the blow was not in him。 As Tom Haggin had so often bragged of Biddy and Terrence； they bred true in Jerry and Michael in the matter of not wincing at a blow。 Alwaysthey were so madethey sprang to meet the blow and to encounter the creature who delivered the blow。 With a silence that was invested with the seriousness of death； they were wont to attack and to continue to attack。
And so Michael。 As the Captain retreated kicking； he attacked； leaping and slashing。 What saved Captain Duncan was a sailor with a deck mop on the end of a stick。 Intervening； he managed to thrust it into Michael's mouth and shove him away。 This first time his teeth closed automatically upon it。 But； spitting it out； he declined thereafter to bite it； knowing it for what it was； an inanimate thing upon which his teeth could inflict no hurt。
Nor； beyond trying to avoid him； was he interested in the sailor。 It was Captain Duncan； leaning his back against the rail； breathing heavily； and wiping the streaming sweat from his face； who was Michael's meat。 Long as it has taken to tell the battle； beginning with the slaying of the Persian cat to the thrusting of the mop into Michael's jaws； so swift had been the rush of events that the passengers； springing from their deck…chairs and hurrying to the scene； were just arriving when Michael eluded the mop of the sailor by a successful dodge and plunged in on Captain Duncan； this time sinking his teeth so savagely into a rotund calf as to cause its owner to splutter an incoherent curse and howl of wrathful surprise。
A fortunate kick hurled Michael away and enabled the sailor to inter