"Yes," said Rustler, glaring at me out his uninjured eye.
"Are you sorry you tried to fight with me?"
"Yes."
"Will you promise to leave my little friend here alone?"
"Yes."
Then Roy let him go. We shook tails all round, and Rustler and I went
home.
"Poor Rustler," I said, "I know exactly how you feel."
"You little humbug," he said, with half a laugh--for he is not an
ill-natured fellow when you come to know him--"you managed it very
cleverly, and I'm not one to bear malice; but, I say, your friend is
A1."
We are now the most united trio, and Roy and Rustler have licked all the
other dogs in the neighbourhood.