Not all herders, let it be said in passing, take unto themselves the mental attributes of their sheep; there are those who believe that a bold front is better than weak compliance, and who will back that belief by a very bold front indeed.
Andy appraised him mentally, decided that he was an able-bodied man and therefore fightable, and threw his right leg over the cantle with a quite surprising alacrity.
"Are you going to turn them sheep ?" Andy was taking off his coat when he made that inquiry.
"Not for your tellin'.

You keep back, young feller, or I'll sick the dogs on yuh." He turned and whistled to the nearest one, and Andy hit him on the ear.
They clinched and pummeled when they could and where they could.

The dog came up, circled the gyrating forms twice, then sat down upon his haunches at a safe distance, tilted his head sidewise and lifted his ears interestedly.

He was a wise little dog; the other dog was also wise, and remained phlegmatically at his post, as did the bug-killer.
"Are you going to turn them sheep ?" Andy spoke breathlessly, but with deadly significance.
"N-yes." Andy took his fingers from the other's Adam's apple, his knee from the other's diaphragm, and went over to where he had thrown down his coat, felt in a pocket for his handkerchief, and, when he had found it, applied it to his nose, which was bleeding profusely.
"Fly at it, then," he advised, eyeing the other sternly over the handkerchief.

"I'd hate to ask you a third time." "I'd hate to have yuh," conceded the herder reluctantly.