A Red- Letter Day 225 



a flier which few dogs can stay with, and best of all 

 he can keep going for a week if need be. 



Of course, he naturally was a fine animal, blessed 

 with courage and brains a plenty, but his owner's 

 method " keep sending "em," as he termed it has 

 done much to develop the speed. Needless to say, 

 at the forward end of that dog is a nose for woe 

 unto the animal that would attempt such a clip 

 without the very finest thing in the way of a smeller. 



Half an hour later the man halts on top of a fence 

 while the dog takes a roll. They are now on the 

 edge of the good ground, and both feel just right 

 after their preliminary canter. The man fills his 

 pipe, gets it nicely going, then looks at the gun 

 across his knees. It appears almost like a toy ; but 

 its small tubes are of the best and can throw lead 

 with amazing power. Almost plain, but perfect of 

 its pattern, that gun cost about three times what an 

 unsophisticated person might guess as its price, and, 

 as its owner declared, it was well worth the money. 



" Now, Mister," says the man, after a bit, " there's 

 rag-weed, standing corn, and thicket which would 

 you advise ? " The dog sits up and stares with lov- 

 ing intentness, and the man continues " When 

 a lemon-headed fool-dog looks at me after that man- 

 ner he certainly means standing corn, so here goes." 

 At the words he lets himself down, while the dog 

 darts away. Soon he is into his regular stride and 

 beating the ground with beautiful precision. The 

 man watches and nods his head as he mutters, 

 " That rat-tailed rascal's going great guns to-day, he'll 

 have 'em befo " In the middle of a stride the dog 

 has halted as though smitten by lightning. Some 



