We fed him and played with him, and finally he gained a little assurance, and actually barked.

He barked at one of our roosters, and then we knew that he considered himself past the probation stage.

He had confidence enough to assert himself in a series of lusty barks without fearing a hostile boot or an angry shout.

The first time he barked we all rushed out of our tents in wonder and admiration.

It was the most important event of the day, and it caused a great deal of talk of a friendly nature.
There was one umbrageous cloud on Little Wanderobo Dog's horizon, however--a cloud that he soon learned to evade.