94 BRUNO 



I tried to coax him away from the door, but 

 he refused to come. I made sure the bolt was 

 shot, and then sat down at a little distance to 

 watch him. There was a door in the middle of 

 one side of the room, which, when we took 

 possession, we had found to be nailed up. We 

 utilized the recess with the aid of some dra- 

 peries, as a place to hang clothing. Bruno went 

 to this door, thrusting his head in among the 

 clothes. 



He listened there for a long time, probably 

 ten minutes; he returned again to the other 

 door; then he gave a low growl, followed by 

 several half-suppressed barks, and lay down 

 against it. 



I forgot all about my book, and sat watching 

 to see what he would do next. The evening 

 seemed endless. At last I heard Julius below 

 in the hall; Bruno sprang up when I opened 

 the door, and went clattering down the stairs to 

 escort him up. It was not late, onl} T about ten. 

 I at once told Julius of the queer evening we 

 had spent, and had the satisfaction of seeing 

 him as thoroughly puzzled as I had been. We 

 sat until a late hour discussing it, then gave it 

 up as something quite beyond us. 



About three o'clock in the morning we were 



