Bingo 



sprang a great black wolf. The prairie wolves 

 scattered like chaff except the bold one, which 

 seized by the black new-comer was in a few 

 moments a draggled corpse, and then, oh hor- 

 rors ! this mighty brute bounded at me and — 

 Bingo — noble Bingo, rubbed his shaggy, pant- 

 ing sides against me and licked my cold face. 



"Bingo — Bing — old — boy — Fetch me the 

 trap- wrench ! " 



Away he went and returned dragging the 

 rifle, for he knew only that I wanted some- 

 thing. 



" No — Bing — the trap-wrench." This time 

 it was my sash, but at last he brought the 

 wrench and wagged his tail in joy that it was 

 right. Reaching out with my free hand, after 

 much difficulty I unscrewed the pillar-nut. 

 The trap fell apart and my hand was re- 

 leased, and a minute later I was free. Bing 

 brought the pony up, and after slowly walk- 

 ing to restore the circulation I was able to 

 mount. Then slowly at first but soon at a 

 gallop, with Bingo as herald careering and bark- 

 ing ahead, we set out for home, there to 

 learn that the night before, though never taken 



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