"The boss'll have something to say about this--and I'll kill you first chance I get, for shooting my dog." "It ain't what yuh done, it's what yuh woulda done if you'd had the chance," answered Billy, for the first time finding words for what was surging bitterly in the heart of him.

"And I'm willing to take a whirl with yuh any old time; any dawg that'll lick the boots of a man like you had ought to be shot for not having more sense.

I ain't saying anything about him biting me--which I'd kill him for, anyhow.

Now, git! I want my breakfast, and I can't eat with any relish whilst you're spoiling the air in here for me." At heart the Pilgrim was a coward as well as a beast, and he packed his few belongings hurriedly and started for the door.
"Come back here, and drag your dawg outside," commanded Billy, and the Pilgrim obeyed.
"You'll hear about this later on," he snarled.

"The boss won't stand for anything like this.