"He is a cross between a pointer and a hound," continued Mr.
Elmer, "and looks like a valuable dog.

The wounds from which he is suffering are those caused by a charge of small shot, that must have been fired into him quite recently.

I will do what I can for him, and then I shall turn him over to you and Ruth, Mark, and if he recovers he shall belong to you both.

His present owner has forfeited all claim to him by cruel treatment, for without our care now the poor beast would certainly die.

The first thing to do is to give him water, for he is very feverish." The dog seemed to know, as well as his human friends, that the pain he suffered, while most of the shot were extracted on the point of a pen-knife, was for his good; for while he moaned and whined during the operation, he lay perfectly still, and did not offer the slightest resistance.