"I've got to lick this misguided son-of-a-gun that's blatting around wanting to eat me alive--and I got my eyes on your friend in the rear, there, that's saying words about you, Dilly.
Looks to me like I'm going to be some occupied for quite a spell.

You run along to bed and don't yuh bother none about _me_." "The matter is not so urgent but what I can wait until you are ready," Mr.Dill told him quietly, but with decision.

He folded his long arms and ranged himself patiently alongside Billy.

And Billy, regarding him uneasily, felt convinced that though he tarried until the sun returned Mr.Dill would stand right there and wait--like a well-broken range-horse when the reins are dropped to the ground.

Charming Billy did not know why it made him uncomfortable, but it did and he took immediate measures to relieve the sensation.
He turned fretfully and cuffed the clamorous sheepherder, who seemed to lack the heart for actual hostilities but indulged in much recrimination and was almost in tears.