The next instant he was grappling with Buck on the extreme edge, while Hans and Pete were dragging them back into safety.
"It's uncanny," Pete said, after it was over and they had caught their speech.
Thornton shook his head.

"No, it is splendid, and it is terrible, too.
Do you know, it sometimes makes me afraid." "I'm not hankering to be the man that lays hands on you while he's around," Pete announced conclusively, nodding his head toward Buck.
"Py Jingo!" was Hans's contribution.

"Not mineself either." It was at Circle City, ere the year was out, that Pete's apprehensions were realized.

"Black" Burton, a man evil-tempered and malicious, had been picking a quarrel with a tenderfoot at the bar, when Thornton stepped good-naturedly between.

Buck, as was his custom, was lying in a corner, head on paws, watching his master's every action.