"You see how he's acting already!" "Do you mind if I try him ?" suggested Siward.
"You mean that you are going to let him run ?" "I think so." "And if he bolts ?" "I'll take my chances." "Yes, but please consider my chances, Mr.Siward.The dog doesn't belong to me." "But he ought to run--" "But suppose he runs away?
He's a horridly expensive creature--if you care to take the risk." "I'll take the risk," said Siward, smiling as she drew rein.

"Now Flynn, give me the leash.

Quiet! Quiet, puppy! Everything is coming your way; that's the beauty of patience; great thing, patience!" He took the leader; the dog sprang from the rumble.

"Now, my friend, look at me! No, don't twist and squirm and scramble; look me square in the eye; so! ...
Now we know each ether and we respect each other--because you are going to be a good puppy ...

and obey ...