Chink : The Development of a Pup 



and, like all bullies who are unopposed, grew 

 more insolent and tyrannical every day, until 

 poor little Chink's life became at last a veri- 

 table reign of terror, at which his master merely 

 laughed. 



Aubrey gave it out that he had moved camp 

 to get better Horse-feed. It soon turned out, 

 however, that he wanted to be alone while he 

 enjoyed the contents of a whiskey-flask that he 

 had obtained somewhere. But one flask was a 

 mere starter for him. The second day he 

 mounted his Horse, said, " Chink, you watch 

 the tent," and rode away over the mountains 

 to the nearest saloon, leaving Chink obediently 

 curled up on some sacking. 



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Now, with all his puppyish silliness, Chink was 

 a faithful watch-dog, and his master knew that 

 he would take care of the tent as well as he could. 

 Late that afternoon a passing mountaineer 

 came along. When he was within shouting 

 distance he stopped, as is customary, and 

 shouted : 



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