The bigger dog was twice the size of the smaller one, but size apparently meant nothing to Patches. He nipped at Starky, tangled with him, fought desperately, and seemed to be holding his own. But even so Chris was afraid for him. The brave little animal couldn’t possibly continue like this for long. “No, Patches!” he yelled. “No more fighting!” Frank rushed forward and grabbed Starky’s leash. “I’m sorry, Chris,” he apologized. “He broke away from me.” Chris rushed forward too and picked Patches up in his arms. Then Frank looked at Steve and anger flashed in his eyes. “No wonder you wanted me to bring Starky. You wanted him to get in a fight with Patches.” Steve stood staring at the ground, his face red, his lips pressed firmly together. “Why?” cried Frank. “Why did you want them to fight?”
