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Silence 'nless ye want to be skinned!" It was the voice of Prowler just behind him. "If you think I'm afraid of a lot of silly cats " began Rudolf, but his voice was drowned by the angry yowls that burst from a hundred furry throats as the islanders pressed closer and closer. "Oh, Rudolf, do be quiet!"
"Woman, call off that infernal cat before he kills my dog," he shouted above the din of yelps and yowls. "Oh, he won't kill min," I said reassuringly, "and he's going too fast to hear me if I did call him. If you can stop the dog, Mr. Bennett, I'll guarantee to make William Adolphus listen to reason, but there's no use trying to argue with a lightning flash."
After this little fracas is fixed up, you an' me'll make up a party an' 'tend to it." Marcus did not answer for a long time, then he said: "There's a pup up to the haouse 'bout eight weeks old. He'll yap till he gits a lickin', an' when he sees it comin' he lies on his back, an' yowls. But he don't go through no cirkituous nose-countin' first. I've seen a noo light sence Rod spoke.
And so he was anchored there very painfully, and was telling what he thought about it in the most piercing yowls.
Unassisted by other effort, it would rouse nobody, but from far and near the myriad dogs of the post "mongrel, hound, and cur of low degree" lift up their canine voices in some indefinable sympathy and stir the winds of the morning with their mournful yowls.
The color of the wild animal is much more uniform than in the great raft of "domestic" mongrel specimens which make night hideous with their discordant yowls, although we sometimes see a high bred individual which, if his tail was cut off at half its length, might easily pass as an example of the wild variety.
This selection proved so very noisy, so full of quavers, trills, and loud and piercing yowls, that the children decided it would be safe to attempt a little conversation. "Oh, Rudolf," whispered Ann, "how shall we ever get away from here?" "Don't want to get away," grumbled Peter. "We're going to have refreshments; Mittens said so." "Nonsense; you'll have to go if we do," answered Rudolf.
Without a break the Texan picked up the refrain, improvising words to fit the occasion: "The sheriff's name, it's old Sam Moore, He's standin' down by the jail-house door With seventeen knives an' a gatlin' gun, But you bet your boots we'll make him run Ah wi yi yippie i o-o-o-!" With whoops of approbation and a deafening chorus of yowls and catcalls, the cowpunchers crowded through the door.
"Since you're so fond of him," said Smirre, "I'll promise you that he shall be the first among you that I will wreak vengeance upon." Akka said no more, and after Smirre had sent up a few more yowls, all was still. The boy lay all the while awake. Now it was Akka's words to the fox that prevented him from sleeping.
"He comes along to me as I was choppin'," related Miles to the Sunkhaze postmaster, "and he yowls, 'Git to goin' there, man, git to goin'! 'An', says I, 'sure, an' I'll not yank the ax back till it's done cuttin'. An' then he" Miles put his finger carefully against the puffiness under his eye, "he hit me."
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