"What for?"
The sobs subsided a little and the girl looked up, wiping her eyes on her torn apron.
"Why, he bited Jake because he tried to kiss me and I didn't—want him to—and they are goin' to come and kill him."
"Who is goin' to come and kill him?"
"The feller he bited—Jake."
"There, don't cry, little un; seems to me the purp did the proper caper. What do you think, pardner?"
"In my opinion," answered the Eastern man, "the dog's action was decidedly laudatory."
"And yer think same as I do that the pup hadn't ought to be killed for doin' it?"
"Decidedly not."