42 BRUNO 



Julius was waiting for us at the other station 

 with tickets and checks. 



When he returned from escorting Bruno to 

 the baggage car, reporting, "All's well," we 

 both fairly laughed, in the relief of having 

 passed the most puzzling part of the journey. 



I did not see Bruno again until the next 

 morning. It was gray dawn. The train was 

 standing, puffing and snorting like a restless 

 horse, on the track under the shadow of Lookout 

 Mountain. 



On inquiry, Julius had learned that there 

 would be a delay of a quarter of an hour or so 

 there, and, as he had to be up, anyway, to 

 transfer Bruno to another baggage car, he had 

 planned to give him a little run ; so, as I leaned 

 out of the car window, I saw Julius with 

 Bruno's chain, cup, etc., bunched in his hands, 

 while the happy dog was galloping up and down 

 the roadside. He performed leaps and antics 

 expressive of extreme joy when I leaned out 

 and called to him, saying to me as plainly as 

 possible, 



" Here we are again ! Is n't it jolly ? ' 



And I assured him that it was. 



After that glimpse I saw no more of Bruno 

 till we reached Jacksonville; but Julius re- 



