nights, when the sea wind came sweetly from the broad Firth and
the two slept, like vagabonds, on a haycock under the stars. The
purest pleasure Auld Jock ever knew was the taking of a bright
farthing from his pocket to pay for Bobby's delectable bone in
Mr. Traill's place.

Given what was due him that morning and dismissed for the season
to find such work as he could in the city, Auld Jock did not
question the farmer's right to take Bobby "back hame." Besides,
what could he do with the noisy little rascal in an Edinburgh
lodging? But, duller of wit than usual, feeling very old and
lonely, and shaky on his legs, and dizzy in his head, Auld Jock
parted with Bobby and with his courage, together. With the
instinct of the dumb animal that suffers, he stumbled into the
foul nook and fell, almost at once, into a heavy sleep. Out of
that Bobby roused him but briefly.

Long before his master awoke, Bobby finished his series of
refreshing little naps, sat up, yawned, stretched his short,
shaggy legs, sniffed at Auld Jock experimentally, and trotted
around the bed of the cart on a tour of investigation. This
proving to be of small interest and no profit, he lay down again
beside his master, nose on paws, and waited Auld Jock's pleasure
patiently. A sweep of drenching rain brought the old man suddenly
to his feet and stumbling into the market place. The alert little
dog tumbled about him, barking ecstatically. The fever was gone
and Auld Jock's head quite clear; but in its place was a
weakness, an aching of the limbs, a weight on the chest, and a
great shivering.