But dogs don't like a stranger.

Kazan isn't going to take to him worth a cent!" Kazan heard the girl's voice, and stood rigid and motionless listening to it.

He did not hear or see McCready when he came up stealthily behind him.

The man's voice came as suddenly as a shot at his heels.
"_Pedro_!" In an instant Kazan cringed as if touched by a lash.
"Got you that time--didn't I, you old devil!" whispered McCready, his face strangely pale in the firelight.

"Changed your name, eh?
But I _got_ you--didn't I ?".