If he hadn't, if he had come a step nearer to the mare, I'd have shot him down like a dog.

That's right, Logan, put her up for the night, old chap, and I'll get out your bedding." "Aye," said Logan, through his clamped teeth, "and God help man or devil that comes a-nigh her this night--God help him, Lunnon Mister, that's all Ah say!" Then he passed into the steel room with the mare, attended her for the night, and coming out a minute or two later, locked her up and gave Sir Henry the key.
"Broke her and trained her, Ah did; and willin' to die for her, Ah am, if Ah can't pull un through no other way," he said, pausing before Cleek and giving him a black look, "A Derby winner her's cut out for, Lunnon Mister, and a Derby winner her's goin' to be, in spite of all the Lambson-Bowleses and the low-down horse-nobblers in Christendom!" Then he switched round and walked over to Sharpless, who had taken a pillow and a bundle of blankets from a convenient cupboard, and was making a bed of them on the floor at the foot of the locked steel door.
"Thanky, sir, 'bliged to un, sir," said Logan as Sharpless hung up the shotgun and, with a word to the baronet, excused himself and went in to dress for dinner.

Then he faced round again on Cleek, who was once more sniffing the air, and pointed to the rude bed: "There's where Ted Logan sleeps this night--there!" he went on suddenly; "and them as tries to get at Black Riot comes to grips with me first, me and the shotgun Mr.
Sharpless has left Ah.

And if Ah shoot, Lunnon Mister, Ah shoot to kill!" "Do me a favour, Sir Henry," said Cleek.

"For reasons of my own, I want to be in this stable alone for the next ten minutes, and after that let no one come into it until morning.