His hair bristled and he tugged at his chain.
"What a savage beast it is!" the man said; "I would sooner face a whole company of you Scots than get within reach of his jaws.
Dickon," he went on as another soldier, on hearing the growl, issued from one of the smaller tents which stood in rear of the pavilion, "the earl has sent this Scot to relieve you of your charge of the dog; he is to have the care of him in future." "That is the best turn the earl has done me for a long time," the man replied.

"Never did I have a job I fancied less than the tending of that evil tempered brute." "He did not use to be evil tempered," Archie said; "but was a quiet beast when I had to do with him before.

I suppose the strangeness of the place and so many strange faces have driven him half wild.
Beside, he is not used to being chained up.

Hector, old fellow," he said approaching the dog quietly, "don't you know me ?" The great hound recognized the voice and his aspect changed at once.

The bristling hair lay flat on his back; the threatening jaws closed.