horse he was driving. The animal stopped in his tracks, evidently glad
of the opportunity. Another howl burst from the covered depths of the
wagon.

"I've got him," said the boy, with a triumphant nod and a jerk of his
thumb over his shoulder. "He's in there."

"He? Who? What?"

"Job. He's in there. Hear him? He's been goin' on like that ever since
he finished his bone, and that was over two mile back. Say," admiringly,
"he's some singer, ain't he! Hear that, will ye?"

Another wail arose from the wagon. Brown hastened to the rear of the
vehicle, on the canvas side of which were painted the words "Henry G.
Goodspeed, Groceries, Dry and Fancy Goods and Notions, Eastboro," and
peered in over the tailboard. The interior of the wagon was well nigh
filled by a big box with strips of board nailed across its top. From
between these strips a tawny nose was uplifted. As the helper stared
wonderingly at the box and the nose, the boy sprang from his seat and
joined him.

"That's him," declared the boy. "Hi, there, Job, tune up now! What's the
matter with ye?"

His answer was an unearthly howl from the box, accompanied by a mighty
scratching. The boy laughed delightedly.

"Ain't he a wonder?" he demanded. "Ought to be in church choir, hadn't
he."