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negro. "He's a good watch, dog an
yo' won't be. troubled' by no thieves
when he's aroun'."
The yellow parallelogram 'came
forward and "stuck his nose into the
ends of John's trousers.
"Oh," cried Bobby, and the Inext
moment the ""two were rolling over
and over in playful happiness, such
as only a dog and a boy can ever
This clinched the bargain. "Now
we can get some more chickens,
said John, and the' giant rooster was
comforted by the presence of anoth
er nan dozen nens.
"I see you've bought Jim," said
their neighbor, looking over the fence
next morning. "Regular boy's dbg,
"My dog is named Charlie," re
sponded John with dignity.
"Suit yourself, neighbor," replied
the other. "He was called Jim when
I had him."
John was a little mystified, but the
sterling qualities of Charlie quickly
assured him of his wisdom in pur
chasing him. Did any stranger draw
near the house, Charlie's fangs were
bared and his growls gave evidence
of danger to all predatory persons
who dared to -molest the sanctity of
the Walton home. However, a week
later, to Mary's consternation, when
she approached the chicken pen the
gigantic rooster stood gazing upon
her in affronted dignity. And not a
single hen was visible.
"John, they've, stolen all my hens!"
she cried, almost in tears. "What's
ithe good of Charlie if he doesn't kep
guard .over the chicken house? I
thought he was such a good dog,
Thejnystery was solved by the dis
agreeable neighbor. He came over
the fence later in the day.
"Lost your hens, hain't you?" he
asked ofVJohn, with friendly interest
"I'd had liked to warn you, only you
seemed huffy about that dog."
"What do you mean?" asked John,
quite humbly this- time. "' j
"Well," said the other,. "Jim's been
owned by quite a good' many folks
hereabouts. He's a. chicken dog."
"A chicken dog!" exclaimed John
"Yes, Sir. Old Moses trained him
to steal cickens since he was a pup;
He sells him round, and when Moses
comes for his dinner Jim, knows him
and helps him round 'em up. Then, he
goes back home. I guess Moses has
sold Jim half a dozen times since
I've been here."
"Do you mean to say that infernal
dog has caught "all my chickens.?"
cried John Walton. "I'll shoot him.
Why hasn't anybody -else killed
The other chewed a straw reflec
tively. "Oh, well, he's just a boy's
dog," he answered:. "Besides, nobody
raises chickens,. hereabouts."-
"Ha, ha! You'd have to be smart
to catch Moses. Why, -all he does is
just to stand outside and whistle."
"You hayen't got ' a gun, have
you ? " demanded, John quietly.
"Well, yes;" admitted the .other.
"But I wouldn't. shoo'Cpld Jim, if I
was you. He'sya real b.qy's dog."
"What do yoy-mean by-that?" ask
ed John. ' ., ?-
A piercing .scream- f rofii the bottom
of the garden .answered him. ..Mary
came running from tehouse, "Bob
by!" she gasped. . TChey raced togeth
er toward th,'e MucTtpohd.
On the "brink saW3obby, very wet
and very much iterrified. Beside him,
licking the boy's -fa.ee and wagging
his tail, sal Charlie, also .wet. There
was a rent in. Bobby's pinafore, where
Charlie's- teeth had" mejt- to drag him
from the water.
Mary Walton caught Bobby in her
arms, and Charlie jumped, gleefully
beside her. In silence the four re
turned to where their neighbor stood.
Then. John Walton stooped down
and laid his hand caressingly on
"Never mind that eun.Tieiehbor:"
he said". "I guess I .know what you
mean now. By the way.dayou know.