Now we're right.' Father never took any notice of the poor brute as he came limping along the stones.

Woman or child, horse or dog, it's the same old thing--the more any creature loves a man in this world the worse they're treated.
It looks like it, at any rate.

I saw how it was; father had given Crib a cruel beating the night before, when he was put out for some trifling matter, and the dog had left him and run home.

But now he had thought better of it, and seen our tracks and come to work and slave, with his bleeding feet--for they were cut all to pieces--and got the whip across his back now and then for his pains.

It's a queer world! When we got right to the top of this confounded gully, nearly dead-beat all of us, and only for the dog heeling them up every now and then, and making his teeth nearly meet in them, without a whimper, I believe the cattle would have charged back and beat us.