I reckon he'll get over that after a while." "You don't beat dogs ?" she asked, eagerly.
"No, miss.

That's not the way to get on with hounds or horses." Her glance was a blue flash of pleasure.
"How glad that makes me! Why, I quit coming here to see and feed the dogs because somebody was always kicking them around." Wade handed the rope to her.

"You hold them, so when I come out with some meat they won't pile over me." He went inside, took all that was left of the deer haunch out of his pack, and, picking up his knife, returned to the porch.

The hounds saw the meat and yelped.

They pulled on the rope.
"You hounds behave," ordered Wade, as he sat down on the step and began to cut the meat.