Where's Chico?
I haven't seen or heard anything of him; have you ?" They had not; and they immediately began calling and looking for Chico, who was at that stage of puppyhood that insists upon getting in front of one and then falling down and lying, paws in the air, waiting to be picked up and petted.

But Chico did not come lumbering up like an animated black muff, and they could not find his little, dead body.
It occurred to Dade that he might be buried with Tige; and, once the idea was presented to Jack, he could not content himself to leave the place until he knew to a certainty.

He would never have admitted it, but there were certain sweet memories which made that particular pup not at all like other black pups.

He got the shovel, and he dug in the little grave until he was certain that Tige lay there, and that he was alone.
"Well, he's taken the pup along, then; and that proves to me that Jerry wasn't crazy, or anything like that.

He's just pulled out, because he couldn't stand it around here any longer--and I don't blame him.