When he was gone, I went across the street to see Butterwick about top-dressing my grassplot.

He was out, and I sat down on the porch chair to wait for him.

A second later the proprietor of the dog came shuffling through the gate with the dog at his heels.
When he reached the porch, he said, not recognizing me, "I say, pardner, the man across the street there told me you wanted a good watch-dog, and I came right over with this splendid animal.

Look at him! Never saw such an eye as that in a dog, now, did you?
Well, now, when this dog fixes that eye on anything, it remains.

There it stays.