A SURPRISE It was early morning, and the Bar O Ranch slept, heedless of the keen late-autumn air that had in it just a faint, brisk hint of the fall frosts to come.

Whitey came out of the ranch house and moved toward the stable.

Sitting Bull trudged after him.
The dog was entirely rested, having slept the better part of two days and nights.

He seemed to know that Whitey was his new owner.

Dogs have an instinct for that sort of thing.