"Who's filed on it?"
"I have."
"I don't see no fence."
"I've just come on, and haven't got the fence up yet; but it's mine, just the same."
"Well, I don't know if it is," the young fellow replied insolently. His eyes were fastened upon 'Thello, who, crouching at Harry's feet, had been growling at him.
"Where'd you get that pup?" he asked shortly. "He's mine."
"Yours?" Rob's voice was quiet, but his blood was hot. "I don't see any collar."
An angry glint shot from the herder's eyes. "He's mine, just the same."
"I don't know if he is."
"Well, I'm going to have him!" the man muttered, and made a move toward the dog.