“No,” he said, “turn against you.”
“Turn against me?” she mocked.
He could make nothing of this.
“Anyway, they gored one of the farmer’s cows to death, the other day,” he said.
“What do I care?” she said.
“I cared though,” he replied, “seeing that they’re my cattle.”
“How are they yours! You haven’t swallowed them. Give me one of them now,” she said, holding out her hand.
“You know where they are,” he said, pointing over the hill. “You can have one if you’d like it sent to you later on.”
She looked at him inscrutably.
“You think I’m afraid of you and your cattle, don’t you?” she asked.