"I been thinking things out.

I owe a lot to your dad for taking me in and keeping me.
But all I owe him I can pay back in cash--someday.

I don't owe him no love.

Not you, neither." Harry had risen to his feet with a snarl.
"Sit down," said Bull, letting his great voice swell ever so little.
"I'm pretty near dead, but I'm still man enough to wring the neck of a skunk! Sit down!" Harry obeyed limply, and his giant cousin went on, his voice softening again.

"When you come in I closed my eyes," said Bull, "because it seemed to me like you was a dream.