You wait!" H.J.Owens hesitated, tempted to lay violent hands upon the small rebel.

But he did not.

He led Silver a rod or two, found it awkward, since the way was rough and he was not much of a horseman, and in a few minutes let the rein drop from his fingers.
"You come on, Buck, and be a good boy--and maybe we'll find them cubs yet," he conciliated.

"You'd die a-laughing at the way they set up and scratch their ears when a big, black ant bites 'em, Buck.

I'll show you in a little while.