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"
Good
.
Let
’
s
find
your
old
man
.
You
say
he
likes
his
dogs
?
"
Al
laughed
shortly
.
"
Just
make
a
pass
at
one
o
’
them
dogs
an
’
see
.
He
’
ll
eat
you
.
"
Jim
stared
at
the
house
,
and
at
the
newly
whitewashed
barn
.
"
This
is
nice
,
"
he
said
.
"
Makes
a
man
want
to
live
in
a
place
like
this
.
"
Al
shook
his
head
.
"
Takes
an
awful
lot
of
work
to
keep
it
up
.
My
old
man
works
from
dawn
till
after
dark
,
and
then
he
don
’
t
keep
up
with
the
work
.
"
Mac
insisted
,
"
Where
is
your
old
man
?
Let
’
s
find
him
.
"
"
Look
,
"
Al
said
.
"
That
’
s
him
coming
in
from
the
orchard
.
"
Mac
glanced
up
for
a
moment
,
and
then
he
moved
back
to
the
kennel
.
The
squirming
pointers
flung
themselves
at
the
wire
,
moaning
with
love
.
Mac
stuck
his
fingers
through
the
mesh
and
rubbed
their
muzzles
.
Jim
said
,
"
Do
you
like
dogs
,
Mac
?
"
Mac
retorted
irritably
,
"
I
like
anything
.
"
Al
’
s
father
came
walking
up
.
He
was
totally
unlike
Al
,
small
and
quick
as
a
terrier
.
The
energy
seemed
to
pour
out
of
some
inner
reservoir
into
his
arms
and
legs
,
and
into
his
fingers
so
that
all
of
him
was
on
the
move
all
of
the
time
.
His
white
hair
was
coarse
,
and
his
eyebrows
and
mustache
bristled
.
His
brown
eyes
flitted
about
as
restlessly
as
bees
.
