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The
other
suspicion
was
allayed
.
He
nodded
cheerfully
.
In
the
silence
that
followed
,
the
low
,
half-sobbing
whine
was
heard
at
the
door
and
then
the
long
,
questing
sniff
.
"
There
's
no
denyin
'
he
thinks
a
hell
of
a
lot
of
you
,
"
Matt
said
.
The
other
glared
at
him
in
sudden
wrath
.
"
Damn
it
all
,
man
!
I
know
my
own
mind
and
what
's
best
!
"
"
I
'm
agreein
'
with
you
,
only
...
"
"
Only
what
?
"
Scott
snapped
out
.
"
Only
...
"
the
dog-musher
began
softly
,
then
changed
his
mind
and
betrayed
a
rising
anger
of
his
own
.
"
Well
,
you
need
n't
get
so
all-fired
het
up
about
it
.
Judgin
'
by
your
actions
one
'd
think
you
did
n't
know
your
own
mind
.
"
Weedon
Scott
debated
with
himself
for
a
while
,
and
then
said
more
gently
:
"
You
are
right
,
Matt
.
I
do
n't
know
my
own
mind
,
and
that
's
what
's
the
trouble
.
"
"
Why
,
it
would
be
rank
ridiculousness
for
me
to
take
that
dog
along
,
"
he
broke
out
after
another
pause
.
"
I
'm
agreein
'
with
you
,
"
was
Matt
's
answer
,
and
again
his
employer
was
not
quite
satisfied
with
him
.
"
But
how
in
the
name
of
the
great
Sardanapolis
he
knows
you
're
goin
'
is
what
gets
me
,
"
the
dog-musher
continued
innocently
.
