He watched it with the interest one might have in a ship at sea; as one watches in a place in which few moving things are seen.

The speck was small, and was coming toward Whitey slowly.
From around the corner of the bunk house Injun approached.

It will be remembered by those who have read of Injun that he was very fond of pink pajamas.

As garments, pink pajamas seemed to Injun to be the real thing.
It had been hard to convince him that they were not proper for everyday wear, but when he was half convinced of this fact, he had done the next best thing, and taken to a very pink shirt.

This, tucked in a large pair of men's trousers, below which were beaded moccasins, was Injun's costume, which he wore with quiet dignity.
"What do you s'pose that is ?" asked Whitey, pointing at the speck.
"Dog," Injun answered briefly.
"A dog!" cried Whitey, who, though he had never ceased to wonder at Injun's keenness of sight, was inclined to question it now.