Then he yelled, like he wanted me.

I ran for the canoe and paddled quick; I saw my little dog Nindai go down.
Then I knew it was that Bosikado again.

I worked a long time with a pole, but found nothing; only five days later one of Nindai's paws floated down the stream.

Some day I will tear open that Bosikado! "Once I saw him on the bank.

He rolled down like a big stone to the water.