would be better than to have him shot. I want you to take him to Oregon. He is a perfect gentleman, but mumsy says he is a man's dog. He is all gentleness with us, but he is terrible if he is aroused. I suppose it is his wild nature. You see he came from that savage north where everything is so terribly brutal. But he is a gentleman. I know you will love him."
Richard Henderson stood in silence taking in all the fine points of the beautiful dog before him, for a full minute. Then he struck his palms together with a loud slap.
"Done," he said. "He will start for Oregon as soon as that tire is on."
"Oh, that is fine," cried Hilda. "Now I shall not hear that dreadful rifle shot, but I shall lose him."
"Oh, Silversheene, I shall have to give youup. Come let me introduce you to your new master."
She took a strong hold of the splendid dog's collar and laid her other hand over his muzzle while Richard Henderson advanced
