he asked me , taking no notice of what i had been saying at all 'watch , then , and see what i 've learned in strange ports of call '' `` and he suddenly raised his voice and said imperiously , 'dog '' `` the dog raised his head , looked at him with wary , rolling eyes ( one glittered with rabid wildness , the other was filmed by a cataract ) , and suddenly changed direction and came limping , reluctantly , across the street to where brower stood `` it did not want to come , that much was obvious it whined and growled and tucked its mangy rope of a tail between its legs , but it was drawn to him nonetheless it came right up to brower 's feet , and then lay upon its belly , whining and crouching and shuddering its emaciated sides went in and out like a bellows , and its good eye rolled horribly in its socket `` brower uttered a hideous , despairing laugh that i still hear in my dreams , and squatted by it 'there , ' he said 'you see '' it knows me as one of its kind and knows what i bring it1 ' he reached for the dog and the cur uttered a snarling , lugubrious howl it bared its teeth `` don't1 ' i cried sharply 'he 'll bite1 ' `` brower took no notice in the glow of the streetlight his face was livid , hideous , the eyes black holes burnt in parchment 'nonsense , ' he crooned 'nonsense i only want to shake hands with him as your friend shook with me !