INASMORE AS TO RETRIEVERS. 1 83 



"All right, sir," says I, ''I'll bring him 

 home right enough/' So I took my gun and 

 ferret bag, and off I started to the railway 

 station. By the time I had reached there I 

 had made up my mind what to do, so I opened 

 the station door, and there, cure enough, or 

 the platform, was the crate with the dog lying 

 down inside it. Not a soul was anywhere neai 

 the crate, so I walked up to it. 



"What ! Sailor," says I. "Sailor, old dog." 

 To show him I knew who he was, I just raised 

 my gun and flashed a little powder off, cut the 

 crate open and said, "Come along, old Sailor 

 dog." Out he came, I threw him my ferret 

 bag to carry, put his chain in my pocket, and 

 walked him through the streets up to Stanstead 

 House. 



The Squire came out to meet me, and saw 

 the dog following me with my ferret bag in his 

 mouth. " Well, well," says he, "However did 

 you manage to let him out of the crate ?" 



"Oh, quite easily, sir," said 1. "I spoke to 

 him as if I had known him for years." 

 " And he believed you, it appears ?" 



