TOM LOCKS THE STABLE DOOR 



on the frontier fifteen or twenty years, an' what 

 he don't know about such matters ain't worth 

 knowing." 



In the morning, after breakfast, while assisting 

 the two scouts to saddle up and pack their mule, 

 Jack cut oflF an antelope ham and tied it in their 

 pack, "to give them a starting of fresh meat," as 



he said. 



Taking up a position in front of Bill, Found 

 stood wagging his tail and looking up pleadingly 

 into his master's face, seeming to ask: "May I go 

 with you?" 



"No, Found," said the scout, between whom 

 and his dog there seemed to be a perfect under- 

 standing, "you can't go. It'd be too long an' 

 hard a road for you an' would wear you out. 

 You must stay right here till I come back." 



Then, turning to me, he said: 



"You'd better get his chain an' collar an' I'll 

 tie him to that post there, an' he'll know by that 

 that I don't want him to go an' he'll not try to 

 follow us after we leave." 



I brought the chain and Bill took it and tied 

 the dog, petting and talking kindly to him, and 

 then making him lie down, which seemed to satisfy 

 Found that his master desired him to remain. 



"Let us hear from you. Bill," I requested, "as 

 soon as you get back, will you, for I'd Uke to 

 know how the Kiowas are feeling." 



"Yes, I will," he replied; "if I don't come back 



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