One of the of'cers of the club.

I don't know his name.

He showed me the stall; and he told me to take your dog there." "That's mighty, decent; whoever did it," said the Master, whistling the freed dog to him and setting forth in the boy's wake, toward the welcoming stables.

"I wish you knew his name.

I'd like to thank him." The stable was dim-lit, at best.