BALDY OF NOME 



forgot the sickening suspicion that seemed 

 to hang over him all day. For a very 

 brief period Tom had shown a humility 

 as deep as it was unusual; he had re- 

 frained from jumping upon "Scotty" and 

 rubbing against Her; he had sat alone on 

 a pile of wood, not even romping with 

 Dick or Harry, till he felt the hour of 

 judgment had passed, and then, deciding 

 there was no punishment forthcoming, he 

 had leaped and frisked, and had been so 

 innocently frivolous that Baldy's con- 

 tempt for his own kind made life hardly 

 worth while. One might look for such 

 actions from a cat that had killed a bird, 

 for cats were only soft-footed, purring 

 bundles of deceit, with no standard of 

 Trail Morals; but from a dog, a racing 

 dog, and one belonging to "Scotty" Allan, 

 it was almost incredible. One would ex- 

 pect him to at least have the courage of 

 his race prejudices, and be willing to take 



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