his master's voice had been too much for him, and he had opened his
eyes in spite of himself. He had, however, been crafty enough to close
them again and keep perfectly still until they all drew off, and then
he slunk away, as I have just told you.

He was sick and feeble for some time after this, and his pack despised
him for it, but after awhile he recovered and was himself again. But
whether he had had a shock, or whether he still had a tiny bit of
affection for his old master in that treacherous heart of his, will
never be known.

As soon as he was strong again lie led his pack to a new neighborhood,
and, as he was never seen or heard of again, he probably shared the
fate of most wild animals and died a tragic death.




PERO, THE PORCUPINE


Not far away was a funny, bristly-looking ball, which moved and
rustled and squirmed about, and yet for the life of him the little
dog, Jock, could not make out what it was.

There seemed to be no head nor tail, nor beginning nor end. But it was
not still for a single moment, and the long, sharp things that rustled
so much, and made such a curious sound, were from ten to fifteen
inches long.