"Likely," he snarled. "You'd bite."
CHAPTER XVIII
Two on the Downs
Silver came trotting up with Ragamuffin trailing discontentedly behind.
The old roan didn't really mind being caught, but he dearly loved to pretend he did.
Billy Bluff, who had already forgotten his injury, limped along behind, busy and cheerful.
Both man and dog had on their faces the same jolly grin of health and happiness, the result of a sound conscience and still more a sound digestion.
"He didn't take much catching," said the young man. "And Billy Bluff helped."
Boy looked at her dog.
"I saw him helping," she said sternly. "You old scoundrel, you!"