Clearly Baumberger was deliberately trying to force him into a rage that would spend some of its force in threats, perhaps.

He therefore grew cunningly calm, and said absolutely nothing.

He led Huckleberry into the stable, came out, and shut the door, and walked past Baumberger as if he were not there at all.

And Baumberger stood with his head lowered so that his flabby jaw was resting upon his chest, and stared frowningly after him until the yard gate swung shut behind his tall, stiffly erect figure.
"I gotta WATCH that jasper," he mumbled over his pipe, as a sort of summing up, and started slowly to the house.

Halfway there he spoke again in the same mumbling undertone.