Alloway, coddling his fury, scarcely heard him.
"I'll be the slave-owner," said Tinker, fumbling with the chain.
It came out of the staple; and Alloway roared, "What are you doing, you young rascal?"
"Oh, it's all right," said Tinker. "Don't be frightened; I'll keep him on leash till you get a good lead."
Alloway jumped down from the gate, on the other side of it, his anger changed to uncertainty spiced with discomfort.
Blazer felt the chain loosen, and darted forward, jerking Tinker after him.
"I can't hold him!" yelled Tinker.
