12/13 Them ain't prairie grass." "Besides," said Whitey, "he ought to have a fighting name. Napoleon!" "'Tain't English." "Wellington." "Too long." As he seemed to have no choice in naming his own dog, Whitey turned in despair to Injun, who had stood solemnly by. "How about you ?" Whitey asked. "Haven't you a name to suggest ?" The dog knew that he was the subject of the talk, and possibly felt that he ought to keep awake, for he sat on the veranda and blinked at the humans. Injun gazed at him stolidly. |