An' now she hates you." "It was you who made her!" yelled Belllounds, foaming at the mouth.
"Sure," went on the deliberate voice, ringing with scorn.

"An' only a little while ago she called you a dog....

I reckon she meant a different kind of a dog than the hounds over there.

For to say they were like you would be an insult to them....

Sure she hates you, an' I'll gamble right now she's got her arms around Wils's neck!" "-- --!" hissed Belllounds.
"Well, you've got a gun in your hand," went on the taunting voice.
"Ahuh!...