He took up the thread of speech where Wefers dropped
it.
"I don't know what the law does or doesn't empower you to do, in
such cases," he said, trying to force his way back to the earlier
semblance of calm. "But I doubt if it permits you to trespass on
my land, without a warrant or a court order of some sort; or to
shoot a dog of mine. And, until I find out the law in the matter,
you'll get off this place and keep off of it. As for the dog,
I'll be legally responsible for him; and I'll guarantee he'll do
no damage. So--"
Like Wefers, the Master came to an abrupt halt in his harangue.
For Lad was cantering gleefully toward him, carrying something
dark and heavy between his jaws. Straight to the Master came Lad.
Carefully, at the Master's feet, he laid the rusty pistol.
Then, stepping back a pace, he looked up, eagerly, into the
dumfounded man's face, tail waving, dark eyes aglint with
expectation. It had been hard to locate the weapon, in all that
tangle of lilac-stems. It had been harder to carry the awkwardly
heavy thing all the way back, in his mouth, without dropping it.
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