Bife on 



fiercely at the crack beneath the door and try- 

 ing to tear his way out. Fearing he would break 

 his little puppy teeth, or possibly die from frantic 

 and persistent efforts to be free, I concluded to 

 release him from the cabin. My fears that he 

 would run away if left free were groundless. He 

 made his way to my saddle, which lay on the 

 ground near by, crawled under it, turned round 

 beneath it, and thrust his little head from be- 

 neath the arch of the horn and lay down with a 

 look of contentment, and also with an air which 

 said, " I '11 take care of this saddle. I 'd like to 

 see any one touch it." 



And watch it he did. At midnight a cowboy 

 came to my camp-fire. He had been thrown from 

 his bronco and was making back to his outfit on 

 foot. In approaching the fire his path lay close 

 to my saddle, beneath which Scotch was lying. 

 Tiny Scotch flew at him ferociously ; never have 

 I seen such faithful ferociousness in a dog so 

 small and young. I took him in my hands and 

 assured him that the visitor was welcome, and in 

 a moment little Scotch and the cowboy were side 

 by side gazing at the fire. 



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