Tinker stepped right up to his kennel, and the barking Blazer danced about him in an agony of indecision.

Alloway rushed into the yard, and crying, "I've got you, you young devil! Have I ?" made for Tinker.
Blazer saw a happy way out of his awkward uncertainty, and bit Alloway's leg.
Alloway jumped back with a roar; and, lashing at Blazer, hopped about.
The blacksmith ran out of the smithy, and took in the situation at a glance.
"Take away your dog, Green! Take him away!" shouted Alloway.

"I'm going to warm the young gentleman's jacket! He's been worriting my ram!" Alloway was a good customer; but Tinker was a familiar friend, and the astute blacksmith scratched his head at great length before he said slowly, "If zo be as you've 'it Blaazer, you'll 'av ter tak 'im away yoursel'.

I dussn't go near 'im; no, not wuz it ever so." "I'm going to larrup the young limb!" cried Alloway obstinately.
"You'll 'ave to wait, then, till Blaazer gits quiet.

I dussn't meddle with 'im; an' I'm shoeing Mr.'Utton's graay maare." And with a natural, untrained diplomacy the blacksmith retired quickly into the smithy.
For a minute or two Alloway cursed and Blazer barked.