"Bring your Rustler along," he said grandly, "and introduce him to me."
So I did. Rustler came along with his ears up, and his miserable tail in the air. Roy lay by his kennel looking the image of serenity and peacefulness. To judge by his expression, he might not have had a tooth in his head.
Rustler stood with his feet as far apart as he could get them, and put his head on one side.
"I have heard so much about you, Mr. What's-your-name," he said, "that I have come to make a closer acquaintance."
"Delighted, I'm sure," said Roy, who has splendid manners.
"If you will get on your legs," said Rustler rudely, "I will tell you what I think of you."
Roy got on his legs, still looking very humble, and the next minute he had Rustler by the front foot, and was making him sit down and scream just as Rustler had made me. It was a magnificent fight.
"Have you had enough?" said Roy, and then gave him more without waiting for an answer.
"I don't want to fight any more," said Rustler at last; "I am sorry I spoke."
