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back unobserved, and re-entered it, wagging his tail 

 violently, and looking exceedingly sheepish. He now 

 lay down, and closed his eyes. The cocked ears showed 

 that sleep was mere pretence, and he soon rose again, 

 went into the front garden, and hunted for buried 

 bones purely imaginary ones, I believe. His search 

 gradully led him down the hill by a footpath leading 

 from A to G, we keeping him in sight, as before, and 

 he finally reached the road at the bottom. There alt 

 disguise was dropped, and he started off for the can- 

 tonment. As he neared the spot F, the peon espied 

 him, and shouted out his name. He turned at once, 

 climbed the hill, and came into the bungalow, where 

 the same farce of repentance was gone through. Bully 

 now seemed to have made up his mind that escape was 

 impossible; he lay down on a mat in the verandah, 

 and remained there for a long time. But for the per- 

 sistent cock of the ears, we should have imagined the 

 animal really asleep. Mr. Cherry eventually went to 

 his office-room, and I remained in the verandah, read- 

 ing the morning paper and occasionally glancing at 

 Bully. He lay very still, but once or twice I detected 

 him opening his eyes and raising his head to look 

 round him. Each time he caught my eye he wagged 

 his tail vehemently for a moment or two, and then 

 resorted to his sham sleep. It may have been for half- 

 an-hour or thereabouts that this state of things con- 

 tinued. I then became interested in an article in the 

 paper, and when I next looked up, Bully was gone. 

 I called Mr. Cherrv, and the house was searched for 



