Come along, my bairn!" This last was to the horse, which followed him toward one of the sheds; and the dogs went after, one of them uttering a low growl as the man gave the nag a sounding slap.
Samson stood still, and then turned to the dog.

"Now then: none o' that.

It ain't your horse." The dog growled, and its companion joined in.

"Oh, that's it, is it?
I say, Mr Dominic, sir, hadn't you better interrajuice us?
They say they don't know me, and I'm too useful to your father to feed dogs." "They won't bite," said Nic, going up, but walking very stiff and lame.
"That's what folks allus says," grumbled the old man; "but `dogs do bark and bite, for 'tis their nature to.' Just you tell 'em to make friends." "Yes.

Look here: friends! friends!" cried Nic.