About six o'clock Bingo's howlings became unbearable, so that for
lack of a better thought I threw something at him, and ordered him
away. But oh, the feeling of horror that filled m& Why did I let my
brother go away alone? Should I ever again see him alive? I might
have known from the dog's actions that something dreadful was
about to happen.

At length the hour for his return arrived, and there was John on his
load. I took charge of the horses, vastly relieved, and with an air of
assumed unconcern, asked, "All right?"

"Right," was the laconic answer.

Who now can say that there is nothing in omens.

And yet when, long afterward, I told this to one skilled in the
occult, he looked grave, and said, "Bingo always turned to you in a
crisis?"

"Yes."

"Then do not smile. It was you that were in danger that day; he
stayed and saved your life, though you never knew from what."

IV

Early in the spring I bad begun Bingo's education. Very shortly
afterward he began mine.

Midway on the two-mile stretch of prairie that lay between our