dreaming that several lions were looking down at me 

 from the top of a big flat rock and Jock was keeping 

 them off. 



Jock was in his usual place beside me, lying against 

 my blankets. I gave him an extra pat for the dream, 

 thinking, " Good old boy ; we know all about it, you 

 and I, and we're not going to tell. But we've learned 

 some things that we won't forget." And as I dropped 

 off to sleep again I felt a few feeble sleepy pats against 

 my leg, and knew it was Jock's tail wagging " Good 

 night." 



