You should have seen his face, and the dog's face.

He said two words, 'You scoundrel!' and the dog cowered at his feet as if he had been shot.

He was a fine dog, but he'd got corrupted by evil companions.
Then Windham asked me where my sheep were.

I told him in the pasture.
He asked me if I still had my old ram Bolton.

I said yes, and then he wanted eight or ten feet of rope.