Pal stopped howling, but he stopped so abruptly that the constable still shouted.
"If you can't make that dog be quiet, I'll take him out of here!"
Pal voiced the snarl that followed his howling and both men stepped back. Joe Parker's hand dipped to his gun.
"You don't have to shout," Jeff soothed. "I can hear you. And I wouldn't shoot, either. The dog's mine, he can't possibly hurt you, and there are two witnesses who will prove it."
"Sure thing," Ike agreed happily. "Bucky and me are your boys!"
"Make him stop yelling," the constable said. "People are standing on the street, wondering who's getting murdered down here."
"Send them down," Jeff invited. "I represent Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd., and I might sell—"
"That dog has to stop yelling!"
Jeff shook a chiding finger at Pal. "Stop yelling!"
Pop and the constable left. Ike and Bucky chuckled. Pal sat down, expectant eyes fixed on the hand that held Jeff's mouth organ. He knew now where the sound originated, and he was ready the instant Jeff raised his hand. Pop and the constable, their faces entreating rather than commanding, came back.