Billy, the Dog That Made Good 
Everything was in fine shape for the hunt. 
Everything was fitly ordered and we were well 
away when a disconcerting element was tumbled 
OS-~FF in among us. With many a yap of glee, there, 
4 , oi" bounding, came that fool bull terrier, Silly Billy. 
Bits y J ; Like a June-bug among honeybees, like a crazy 
schoolboy in a council room, he rollicked and 
ee yapped, eager to be first, to be last, to take lib- 
erties with Thunder, to chase the Rabbits, to bay 
the Squirrels, ready for anything but what was 
Oa wanted of him: to stay home and mind his own 
~ business. 
Bob might yell ‘‘Go home!” till he was hoarse. 
Silly Billy would only go off a little way and look 
hurt, then make up his mind that the boss was 
“only fooling” and didn’t mean a word of it, and 
start in louder than ever. He steered clear of the 
Turk but otherwise occupied a place in all parts 
of the procession practically all the time. 
No one wished him to come, no one was willing 
to carry him back, there was no way of stopping 
him that little Ann would have sanctioned, so 
Silly Billy came, self-appointed, to a place on the 
first Bear hunt of the season. 
That afternoon they arrived at the Arrow-bell 
Ranch and the expert Bear-man was shown the 
latest kill, a fine heifer barely touched. The 
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