"Neither did dad.

You see, Glenn hadn't got there yet.
Well, just as the men had finished dipping a bunch of sheep Glenn came riding down, lickety cut." "'Now what the hell's wrong with Glenn ?' said dad, getting up from where we sat.
"Shore I knew Glenn was mad, though I never before saw him that way.
He looked sort of grim an' black....

Well, he rode right down on us an' piled off.

Dad yelled at him an' so did I.But Glenn made for the sheep pen.

You know where we watched Haze Ruff an' Lorenzo slinging the sheep into the dip.