"Oh, the good times I've had with boys just your size. I always played
with my brother Eddy's friends. Boys make such good chums. I've often
thought how much Georgina misses that I had."

Presently Georgina took him out to the see-saw, where Captain Kidd
persisted in riding on Richard's end of the plank.

"That's exactly the way my Uncle Eddy's terrier used to do back in
Kentucky when I visited there one summer," she said, after the plank was
adjusted so as to balance them properly. "Only he barked all the time he
was riding. But he was fierce because Uncle Eddy fed him gunpowder."

"What did he do that for?"

"To keep him from being gun-shy. And Uncle Eddy ate some, too, one time
when he was little, because the colored stable boy told him it would make
him game."

"Did it?"

"I don't know whether that did or not. Something did though, for he's the
gamest man I know."

Richard considered this a moment and then said: "I wonder what it would
do to Captain Kidd if I fed him some."

"Let's try it!" exclaimed Georgina, delighted with the suggestion.
"There's some hanging up in the old powder-horn over the dining-room
mantel. You have to give it to 'em in milk. Wait a minute."