be a fancy term for "bird dog." He had seen the word before
somewhere. And he remembered now that it had been in the
advertisement that offered seventy-five dollars for the return of
a lost "sable-and-white collie." Yes, and Dominie Jansen had
said, "sable" meant "black." Link felt a glow of relief that the
advertisement had not said "a brown-and-white collie."

Chum was viewing his new surroundings with much attention,
looking up now and then into his master's face as they moved
along the rackety line--as though to gain reassurance that all
was well.

To a high-strung and sensitive dog a show is a terrific ordeal.
But Chum, like the aristocrat he was, bore its preliminaries with
debonair calm.

Arriving at Bench 65 in the collie section, Link enthroned his
dog there, fastening the chain's free end to a ring in the
stall's corner. Then, after seeing that the water pan was where
Chum could reach it in case he were thirsty and that the straw
made a comfortable couch for him, Ferris once more patted the
worried dog and told him everything was all right. After which
Link proceeded to take a survey of the neighboring collies, the
sixteen dogs which were to be Chum's competitors.

His first appraising glance of the double row of collies caused
the furrow between his eyes to vanish and brought a grin of
complacent satisfaction to his thin lips. For he did not see a
single entrant that, in his eyes, seemed to have a ghost of a
chance against his idolized pet--not a dog as handsome or with