"You are, are you? Well, I'm goin' to shoot him just the same."
"If you shoot that dog I'll give you such a beating yer own mother won't know yer. Sabby?"
"Won't, hey? Perhaps you notice I've got a gun?" said Jake, with an evil look in his eyes.
"I've got one, too, but I ain't pulled it yet," answered the Cowboy slowly.
"See here, now," interposed Jake's companion, "where do I come in? What'll I be doin' all the time when you're smashin' up my pard here?"
"I will try and occupy your attention," quietly said the Eastern man.
"The hell you will!"
"I will."
"Now, gentlemen," said the Cowboy, "we don't want no trouble, but there is a peck of it around here if you fellers try to hurt that dog. The dog bit yer because yer