I shall keep my eye on him, just the same.

Hark! I thought I heard someone coming." Tom and Grace were sitting by the campfire.

The others of their party, with the exception of Mrs.Shafto and the bear, were listening to the fiddle and the thudding of the hob-nail boots of the lumberjacks as they danced away the early hours of the evening.
"Never mind.

The pup will take notice." "The only thing the pup takes notice of is, as Emma Dean says, food!" laughed Grace.

"Someone _is_ coming, Tom." "Hindenburg!" commanded Tom Gray sharply.
The bull pup, sleeping by the fire, roused himself, wiggled his stubbed tail, and, rolling over on his side, yawned and promptly went to sleep again.