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His Dog by Albert Payson Terhune
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"First of all," proceeded Marden, "where did you get that dog?"

"Chum here?" said Ferris. "Why, I come acrost him, early last
spring, on the patch of state road, jes' outside of Hampton. He
was a-layin' in a ditch, with his leg bust. Throwed off'n a auto,
I figgered it. I took him home an'--"

He paused, as the sport-suited man next to Marden nodded
excitedly to the girl and then whispered to the Colonel.

"You took him home?" pursued Marden. "Couldn't you see he was a
valuable dog?"

"I c'd see he was a sufferin' an' dyin' dawg," retorted Link. "I
c'd see he was a goner, 'less I took him home an' 'tended him. If
you're aimin' at findin' out why I went on keepin' him after
that, I done so because no one claimed him. I put up notices
'bout him. I put one up at the post-office here, too. I--"

"He did!" interrupted the girl. "That's true! I saw it. Only--the
notice said it was a bird dog. That's why we didn't follow it up.
He--"

"Miss Gault," suggested Marden in lofty reproof, "suppose you
leave the interrogatory to me, if you please? Yes, I recollect
that notice. My attention was called to it at the time. But,"
again addressing Link, "why did you call 'Glenmuir Cavalier' a
'BIRD dog'? Was it to throw us off the track or--"

"Don't know no What's-His-Name Cav'lier!" snapped Ferris. "This
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