He had not broken the skin and at once released his hold and offered no
further resistance, although he whined a good deal during the removal of
the trap. He still acknowledged me his master in spite of his change
of residence and my long absence, and notwithstanding my surrender of
ownership I still felt that he was my dog.
Bing was carried into the house much against his will and his frozen
foot thawed out. During the rest of the winter he went lame and two of
his toes eventually dropped off. But before the return of warm weather
his health and strength were fully restored, and to a casual glance he
bore no mark of his dreadful experience in the steel trap.