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Show 20 The man got red in the face and took a deep breath. "Well, that dog of yours-that big husky-last night I lost five sheep!" Josh stared up at him and swallowed hard. Chinook had never hurt any sheep that he knew of. But . . . . Mr. Courdelay was a short swarthy man with a scar across his cheek that reached almost to the old sweat-stained western hat that he wore. "Now I didn't catch him this time," Mr. Courdelay sputtered, "but I tell the O'Toshs now, if I see that dog anywhere near my place again, I'll shoot him and hang him on my fence for the buzzards'. You understand that?" He emphasized the point by a jab of his finger. With a gulp Josh nodded again. But Cap Mullins, who it seemed wasn't afraid of anybody, spoke up. "You see his dog chase them sheep?" he asked, cocking his head. Mr. Courdelay had turned to go, but he stopped, frowned, and shook his head. "No, but I know a killer dog when I see one. So you just watch him, see?" He drove away then. With hardly a word the two boys ambled on toward the party, lost in ominous thoughts. It sure enough looked now, Josh admitted to himself, that they would have to run off to live in the mountains whether he wanted to or not. They could hear the giggles and the shouts of the pin-the-tail on-the-donkey game as they drew near. The Okleberry house was a big three story affair that dominated the neighborhood. But with the |