Old Yeller Page #2

Next time it could be a rattler.

I wish he did have a good dog,

like old Bell.

When you were little, old Bell

wouldn't let you near anything harmful.

Ain't another dog in this world

like old Bell was.

Sure would've made short work

of that old yeller stray.

Mama.

I was just thinkin'.

About your papa. I guess

he's eaten his breakfast by now.

Probably wanted to get an early start.

I wonder how far

they got yesterday.

Oh, I don't know.

Papa says 1 5 mile a day...

is a long haul for a trail herd.

I guess he made about ten mile.

Mush is about ready. If you want

middling meat to go with it,

you better go out and cut some down.

All right.

Mama, what happened

to the middling meat?

Why, you no-account, thievin' rascal!

Get outta here!

A dog!

All right!

You hit my dog

and I'll wear you to a frazzle.

- Travis, Arliss,

whatcha doin' out there?

- Let go of my stick!

Arliss! Arliss.

- Don't you dare hit your brother.

- He was tryin' to kill my dog.

- He's not your dog.

And I never even touched him.

- Where on earth did he come from?

He's that same old stray dog

that wrecked the fence. Stole that

big side of middling meat there too.

He's my dog.

Ain't nobody gonna try to hurt him.

Well.

Looks like we've got us a dog.

Mama, you don't mean

we're gonna keep that old,

ugly yeller dog after what he done?

He isn't a ugly yeller dog.

He's a pretty yeller dog.

Come on now. Come on.

Come on.

Why not let Arliss claim him?

- And have him stampedin'Jumper again?

- You could break him of that.

He's a thief, Mama!

He'll steal us blind.

Most creatures will steal

when they're hungry enough.

All right, but I still don't want him!

Now, Travis, you're not bein' fair.

You had a dog when you were little,

and Arliss has never had one.

He's too little for you to play with.

He gets lonely.

After breakfast, you can take

to the woods and get us a deer.

And, Travis, do some thinkin'

on what I said about Arliss

and that old yeller dog.

Come on, boy.

Jumper, you jug head!

A bunch of bobwhites, and you act like

you ain't got the brains...

of a blind goose in a hail storm.

Arliss, get that dirty, old dog

outta our drinkin' water!

Aw, mind your own business!

Get outta there!

You quit rockin' my dog!

Quit chuckin' them rocks at me!

Ow!

Stop it, Arliss! Stop it!

- You rock my dog again

and I'll bust your head open!

- Arliss!

Arliss!

Travis, what are you doin'

to your little brother?

- Him and that dirty, old yeller dog

were wallowin' in our drinkin' water.

- He was rockin' my dog!

Look here, young rooster.

If you wanna keep outta trouble,

you start minding your big brother.

- You mean I gotta mind him?

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