Old Yeller Page #3

Ain't nothin' like a little old boy

to know when it's time to eat.

Well, I guess it is gettin'

on toward dinnertime.

Travis, will you go down to the corn

patch and pick us some roastin' ears?

Now, just a minute, Miss Coates. That

boy need help to tote all that corn.

Yes, sir.

Elizabeth, go along with Travis.

Be sure you pick out ears

what is sweet and juicy.

Why, coons been in this corn!

Them thievin' rascals!

- You'll have to take

the dog at them overnight.

- I got me just the dog for it.

Old Yeller will wipe up the ground

with them pesky varmints.

You think he can't do it?

Oh, no. It-- It ain't that. Uh--

Well, I didn't wanna tell you

at the house, but...

it was him what done it.

What done what?

What stole all them eggs

and bread and meat and stuff.

You mean Old Yeller?

I seen him suck a batch of eggs.

Seen him swipe

a pan of Grandma's corn bread too.

- But I ain't gonna tell.

- I bet you do.

No, I won't. Wasn't goin' to

even before I knowed he was your dog.

- How come?

- Because Miss Priss

is gonna have pups.

Your dog will be their papa.

And I wouldn't want him

to get shot for stealin'.

Just an old arrowhead I picked up.

Comanche, Papa said.

Well, you can have it.

I won't never, never tell.

When you get right down to hogs, just

about the best eatin' there is alive.

Yep, and I reckon just about the meanest

critter alive go after his meat.

Cut you 1 4 different ways

before you can get fixed to rot.

They just scare me to death.

Always dread the time when Jim

comes to do the markin'.

Yep, hogs is bad, mighty bad. I had me

an uncle once down in East Texas.

- Tangled a bad hog.

He did got cut all to pieces.

- Kill him?

Kill him? Why, it killed him

deader than a doornail.

Mr Searcy,

I roped me a rabbit once.

Arliss, be quiet.

Mr Searcy's talkin'.

Well, I did.

A mean old bitin' one.

Well now, boy,

that's really doin' some ropin'.

You know, speakin' of ropin',

I always done my hog work from

up a tree. Heap safer that way.

How can you work hogs from a tree?

Why, it's slick as a whistle, boy.

Just pick you out a tree

with a low-hanging limb,

but still out of hog reach.

Get your dog to rally

them hogs around the tree.

Reach down with your loop,

pull up your pig and go to work on him.

By golly!

That sounds like it might work.

Work? Why, of course it works!

Them old hogs can fuss and charge

around all they please, but up a tree...

you're as safe as at home in bed.

Travis, boy, you go fetch my pony,

and we'll be pullin' out for home.

I've got a powerful lot to do

before suppertime.

It was right neighbourly-like

of you to feed us, Miss Coates.

Now don't you fret yourself

at all while your man's gone.

We'll be lookin' in on you again afore

you know it. Bye, boy. Bye, Miss Coates.

Bye, Elizabeth.

Bye.

No wonder they don't want him

on no cow drive.

By the time he finished eatin'

and visitin' with everyone

this side of Abilene...

them cows would be dead of old age.

Mama, Elizabeth says

it's Old Yeller...

what's been doin'

all that stealin' out in Salt Licks.

Claimed she catched him at it.

Why, the old rogue.

We'll have to break him of that...

or else everyone

in Salt Licks'll be mad at us.

Somebody'll shoot him! Yeller!

Come here!

You old rascal.

You been stealin'!

Maybe we better take

to pennin' him overnight.

I reckon we won't have to

bother for a while. Listen!

I'm gonna keep you

so dang busted busy...

you won't have time

to go off prowlin'!

No, you don't!

We're stayin' right here and

keepin' them coons run out, you hear?

Look at all them stars, Yeller.

Bushels of'em.

I wonder if maybe

Papa's lying out there...

on the trail somewhere

lookin' at 'em too.

I wish I was with him...

way off yonder...

up in Kansas...

seein' all that...

big...

country.

Get 'em, Yeller!

Get 'em, Yeller!

Wipe up the ground with 'em!

Yeller sure has been givin'

them coons the mortal fits.

- You tired, son?

- No, ma'am.

Where's old Rose?

She didn't come up last night. I figured

she hid out somewhere and had her calf.

I guess I better go hunt her up.

Come on, Yeller.

Remember now. If she's had her calf,

she'll be on the fight.

Come on, Yeller!

Quiet, Yeller! Don't rile her!

That's gettin' her, boy!

Get her, Yeller!

Bust her again!

Try it again, sister,

and Old Yeller'll bust you wide open.

All right, Yeller, get her home.

All right, old sister,

you take it easy.

I aim to milk you if I have to

break every bone in your body.

So now, Rose, you know as well as I

we're not gonna hurt ya.

Now, Rose, you take it easy.

You ain't got a chance, sister. You're

done milked and you don't know it.

I know what!

Here, Yeller.

Son, you bring that dog in here

and Rose will go crazy.

All right, Yeller, hold her there.

Well, if that don't beat all.

I never saw such a dog.

And you won't never see

another one like him.

Hello, the house!

I thought maybe it was Papa.

Mornin', ma'am. I'm Burn Sanderson

from down near San 'Tone.

- Runnin' me a few head

of cattle over on Devil's Creek.

- Yes, Mr Sanderson?

Bud Searcy told me about

an old, stray dog you folks had.

Sounded like it might

be the one I lost.

You mean a... big yeller dog?

That's him all right.

The worst egg-sucker

and camp-robber you ever laid eyes on.

Steal you blind

while you're watchin'.

But there never was a better

cow dog born, or a hog dog either.

Travis, go call Old Yeller

to the house.

- But, Mama--

- Travis!

Yes, Mama.

- Won't you get down, Mr Sanderson?

- Thank you, ma'am.

Arliss.

- What do you want?

- Bring Old Yeller to the house.

- What's the matter?

- You'll find out.

Ma'am, uh, you and the boys

don't have much protection out here.

Bad as I need that old dog,

I could give you a loan of him

till your man comes home.

No, Mr Sanderson.

If he's your dog, better take him now.

Well, maybe you're right, ma'am.

Come on, boy.

Why, you prowlin' old rascal.

Come on, boy.

Well, goodbye, ma'am.

I'm sure much obliged.

Come on, Yeller.

That's my dog!

You can't take my dog!

- You can't take my dog!

You can't take my dog!

- Arliss!

- Whoa, boy!

- You can't take my dog!

Arliss, aren't you ashamed,

throwin' rocks at that man?

- I'll bust him with another 'un

if he takes my dog off!

- Arliss!

Maybe he's right, ma'am. Man comes

to take my dog off, I'd throw a fit too.

Let me talk to this boy a minute.

Well, boy?

Go on, Arliss.

Go on.

Whatcha got in that pocket?

Come on. Let's take a look.

Why, ain't he a jim-dandy.

-Finest-looking horned toad I ever seen.

-What about my dog?

You mean you really want

that thievin', old yeller dog?

- I sure do.

- Well, then maybe

we can do some swappin'.

I've been wantin' mighty bad to get me

a big horned toad like you got there.

You mean you'd swap me Old Yeller

for this here horny toad?

Well, now, that's a fine horny toad,

and I want him bad.

But on the other hand,

he ain't hardly as big as a dog.

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