pincher

Pincher looked wistfully up in her face, and seemed to understand that something was wrong with his mistress.

At the gate which led from the court-yard, he encountered Pincher, whom he had not seen since Dorothy left.

"That's a cross dog of yours," cried the woman, kicking at Pincher, with her heavy nailed boots.

Pincher, who followed close at her heels, gave an ominous growl, and burst off into a fresh paroxysm of barking.

Dorothy descended from her lofty perch on the stool, and met the red gleaming eyes of Pincher intently watching all her movements.