The lad, who did not know one dog from another, killed the setter and then the old gentleman boiled over again.

He demanded pay for the dog, which was refused.

Then he sued, and a jury awarded him damages to the amount of two hundred dollars, all of which goes to prove that I was even then a pretty good judge of dogs, although I had not been blessed with a bench show experience.
I may state right here that my father and I were more like a couple of chums at school together than like father and son.

We fished together, shot together, played ball together, poker together and I regret to say that we fought together.

In the early days I got rather the worst of these arguments, but later on I managed to hold my own and sometimes to get even a shade the better of it.
The old gentleman was an athlete of no mean ability.