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In the afternoon Van's kennel was put back into its old place, and he lay there all day, sick, exhausted, and miserable.
Next morning he was turned loose once more in the chicken-yard, and Mr. Trimble stayed outside. There was no one to interfere; Van might have killed the whole flock, for anything that he could see to hinder. He never glanced at them -- not even at the smallest broiler. He was sick of even the very thought of chickens. He lay down by the gate in the sun, and licked the still smarting seams on his sides.