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Show 127 "Just a minute," said Abner Raintree, who had been listening. "How do you know it was his dog that killed the sheep?" "I've seen him up there before." "Killing sheep?" "Not exactly, but. . . -" "Are the sheep still there where they were killed?" "Yes, but . . . . " "Let's go have a look then," Mr. Raintree said, taking command. "Josh, you better come along too. And your dog." Cap Mullins, who had been hanging back, took Mr. Raintree's sleeve. "Me too, Mr. Raintree. I want to see." Mrs. O'Tosh protested then. "Look at you, Josh O'Tosh! You look like the biggest ragamuffin in the world. First you get home and let me get you cleaned up and bandaged, and then. ..." "It's better we get this settled right now, Mrs. O'Tosh," said Mr. Raintree. "I'll be responsible for the boys. It won't take long." So in Mr. Courdelay's pick-up they drove from town and up a bumpy dirt road. Josh, feeling sick again about what faced his dog, rode in the back with his arm around the majamute's neck. Cap sat with his arms around his doubled-up knees, watching the hills around them. Mr. Raintree rode in front with Courdelay. The truck turned off on a narrow road that took them to the grassy slopes of the foothills, past Courdelay's house and onto a flat where a herd of sheep bleated. As the truck bounced to a stop, Chinook sat watching the |