the man and tear his throat open, but he was too sagacious to show it.
That evening Silversheene was put in a yard with about a dozen other dogs, nearly all of whom mourned the loss of their masters and their homes. Some of them sulked, but others took it cheerfully.
At first Silversheene who had always been a gentleman and associated with aristocratic dogs held aloof, but he finally surrendered to his new conditions and adjusted himself to his new life.
Every day or two men would come to the yard where the dogs were kept and look them over. Then gold would clink between the strangers and the man called Bill and some of the dogs would go away. Silversheene wondered where they went, but he never knew. All he knew was that they never came back.
Finally in the fortunes of war his own turn came and he had become so tired of the yard that he was rather glad. His new master proved to be a Canuck called Gene
