Couldn't break you, Nib, eh ?" The dog looked up and uttered a short bark.

"Here, Master Nic," whispered the old man with a grin: "go closely to him and say sharply, `Kangaroo!'" Nic did as he was told, and the dog gave a tremendous bound and stood looking wildly round, ending by running back with a deep-toned bark, looking up at him as much as to say, "Where ?" "Gone, Nib!" cried Samson.

"Now follow the young master, and he'll give you some breakfast." The little old fellow led the way, Nic followed, and the three dogs came behind, Nibbler with a collie on either side, keeping up a low muttering growl, which sounded like threats of what they would do if the big dog interfered with their master.

To which Nibbler responded by some language of his own, and leering looks to either side, as if in search of spots where there was not so much hair when he began to nibble.
Samson stopped at the far end of the farthest shed, where there was a little lean-to; and on raising a wooden latch and throwing open the door, there within hung half a sheep, with the skin on a peg, and a chopping-block and a hatchet in the middle.
"Slaughterhouse, sir," said Samson, with a grin.

"'Bliged to be our own butchers out here,--fishermen too.