He asked me if the dog had hurt me when he snapped.

I could not speak for a moment.
Then came the most horrible part.

Black Bart, who must have been nearly killed, dragged himself to Dan on his belly, choking and whining, and licked the boots of his master!" "Then you _do_ know what I mean when I say Dan is--different ?" She hesitated and blinked, as if she were shutting her eyes on a fact.
"I _don't_ know.

I know that he's gentle and kind and loves you more than you love him." Her voice broke a little.

"Oh, Dad, you forget the time he sat up with you for five days and nights when you got sick out in the hills, and how he barely managed to get you back to the house alive!" The old man frowned to conceal how greatly he was moved.
"I haven't forgot nothin', Kate," he said, "an' everything is for his own good.