propensity of his nature in the sternest check. Oft-times he went
hungry for no other purpose than that of self-discipline.

"How was it you came to meet Otto?" asked Jack of the dusky youth,
who, assuming an easy position on the ground, was examining his bow.
He looked up, smiled faintly, and hesitated a moment before
answering.

"Two suns ago Deerfoot came upon a log cabin. It was raining and
cold, and he was a long ways from home. He saw the glimmer of a
light and reached for the latch-string, but it was pulled in. He
knocked on the door and it was opened by the man who lived there.
Deerfoot asked that he might stay till morning, but the pale face
called him an Indian dog, and said that if he did not hasten away he
would shoot him--"

"Don't you know who dot vos?" interrupted Otto, whose face seemed to
grow wider with its immense grin.

"How should I know." asked Jack, in turn.

"Dot was mine fader. I dinks yon vosn't such a fool dot you
wouldn't know dot right away."

"I knew that he was the stingiest man in Kentucky, but I didn't
suppose you spelled his name 'h-o-g."'

"Dot's just de way to spell it," said Otto, slapping his friend on
the shoulder and laughing as though pleased beyond measure. "Wait
till you don't know him as well as I don't."