oked up steadily into his face.

"Don't seem to be too savage nor nothin'--pretty decent sort of dog."

"Oh, he is, sir; he is just the sweetest, lovingest dog that ever lived.
I had him when he wa'n't no bigger than a coon, and couldn't eat nothin'
but milk, and he loves me, don't you, Rover? and I love him, and he's
all I've got to love in the world, and they're goin' to kill him. Oh,
Rover, Rover, what shall I do? what shall I do?"

"Now, sis, tell us about the row--did the dog begin the trouble?"

"Oh, no, sir; Jake came along this morning and I was settin' here
playin' with Rover, and Jake he grabbed me and tried to kiss me, and I
put up a holler and Rover bited him in the leg. Jake swore and wanted to
kill him, but he didn't darst to, and he didn't have no gun; so he's
gone home to get his gun and he'll be back pretty quick and he's goin'
to kill him."

The girl had stopped crying, but little hysterical sobs choked her from
time to time as she talked.

The Cowboy pulled the dog's ears gently and the animal responded by
licking his hand.

"Seems to me, pardner, that Jake ain't actin' quite white in this deal."

"It's an outrage," warmly responded the Eastern man.

"I see two fellers," continued the Cowboy, gently stroking the dog's
head, "comin' around the corner of the house; maybe we'd better ask 'um
please not to hurt the dog."

"I agree with you, most decidedly."

The girl caught sight of the men and uttered a cry of fear. Seizing
Rover by the collar, she attempted to drag him inside the house, but the
dog braced himself and growled savagely, facing the newcomers.

"Say, pard," remarked the Cowboy quietly, "suppose they are impolite?"

"Well."

"Can you fight?"

"I can try."

"Bully for you, pard; that's the stuff! Shake."

The two men shook hands warmly. Jake and his companion were now very
near, and as they came up Jake pulled a large revolver from its holster.

"Now, girl, get away from that dog; I'm goin' to shoot him and I don't
want to hurt yer."

The girl turned white, but she placed herself in front of Rover,
shielding him as much as she could with her slender body.

"Hold on, my friend," interposed the Cowboy; "you mus'n't shoot that
dog."

"Who's goin' to stop me?" sneered Jake.

"I am."

"You are, are you? Well, I'm goin' to shoot him just the same."

"If you shoot that dog I'll give you such a beating yer own mother won't
know yer. Sabby?"

"Won't, hey? Perhaps you n