"What can a dog be doing out there ?" "Dunno," Injun replied.

"Him dog." Injun's education had not as yet sunk in deep enough to affect his speech.
Whitey again turned his eyes toward the object, which certainly was moving slowly, as though tired, and, as the boys watched, sure enough, began to resolve itself into the shape of a dog.

Here at last was something happening to break the dullness of the day.

A strange dog twenty-five miles from any place in which a dog would naturally be.
Furthermore, when the animal was near enough to be seen distinctly, he furnished another surprise.

He was entirely unlike any of the dogs of that neighborhood--the hounds, collies, or terriers.