Snap 
be glad to have him. I can take him home 
with me when I go through.” 
III 
My next meeting with Gingersnap was not 
as different from the first as one might have ex- 
pected. He jumped on me, made much vig- 
orous pretense to bite, and growled frequently, 
but it was a deep-chested growl and his stump 
waggled hard. 
The Penroofs had had a number of Wolf- 
hunts since I was with them, and were much 
disgusted at having no better success than be- 
fore. The Dogs could find a Wolf nearly every 
time they went out, but they could not kill him, 
and the men were not near enough at the finish 
to learn why. 
Old Penroof was satisfied that “ thar was n’t 
one of the hull miserable gang that had the 
grit of a Jack-rabbit.” 
We were off at dawn the next day—the 
same procession of fine Horses and superb 
riders; the big blue Dogs, the yellow Dogs, the 
spotted Dogs, as before; but there was a new 
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