"The poor dears! Now you must promise you won't be harsh with them for the rest of the trip, or I won't go a step." "Precious lot you know about dogs," her brother sneered; "and I wish you'd leave me alone.

They're lazy, I tell you, and you've got to whip them to get anything out of them.

That's their way.

You ask any one.

Ask one of those men." Mercedes looked at them imploringly, untold repugnance at sight of pain written in her pretty face.
"They're weak as water, if you want to know," came the reply from one of the men.