"Good Joe," said Ned, turning around and patting me, "you have forgotten.

I wonder where Jim is?
He would help us." He put his fingers in his mouth and blew a shrill whistle, and soon Jim came trotting up the lane from the street.

He looked at us with his large, intelligent eyes, and wagged his tail slowly, as if to say, "Well, what do you want of me ?" "Come and give me a hand at this training business, old Sobersides," said Ned, with a laugh.

"It's too slow to do it alone.

Now, young gentlemen, attention! To heel!" He began to march around the garden again, and Jim and I followed closely at his heels, while little Billy, seeing that he could not get us to play with him, came lagging behind.
Soon Ned turned around and said, "Hie out!" Old Jim sprang ahead, and ran off in front as if he was after something.