He came down very slowly and stood before her much as he had stood before Rob, with his eyes smouldering under his half-shut lids.
"Well, come to fetch me my dog?" he drawled.
"Your dog! Didn't my brother tell you not to feed down here? This is our pasture."
"Is it?"
"Yes, you know it is. And you had better drive your sheep off right away, too."
"Had I?"
"Yes, at once." Even as she spoke Harry felt how empty her words were. "You know perfectly well that you have no right on our land. You're spoiling the pasture, and the stream, too. I wondered what had made the water taste so queer. It's because your sheep have been in it."
"If you don't like it, I reckon you can dip out of another spring. There's plenty in these hills."
"How dare you talk so!" Harry was trembling nervously. "You shall see whether we'll put up with such lawlessness!"
She flew home, with her cheeks hot with anger, and with the sheep herder's laugh echoing in her ears. When she entered the tent she found Rob there.