friend, came trotting into the yard. He noticed the track in the snow, and the blood, and became very much excited. When he found the place where Frisky had lain upon the snow under my window, he threw up his head and gave a pitiful howl, and then started out of the yard, running like a mad dog.
Down the street he went until he reached the first house where there was a dog, then into the yard he dashed, and repeated his howl. Out again, and so on until he made the entire round of the village.
I do not know just what Ned told the dogs, but in less than five minutes there were at least a dozen of them in the yard. Each new comer went up and snuffed the blood spots on the snow, and then with a sorrowful air joined the sober looking group by the woodshed.
They were not frolicking or barking, but were silent and expectant; and when a pup among them started to bark at a passerby, Old Spot shook him roughly.
Presently Ned came in; and after stopping a minute with the dogs in the woodshed, he went to the kitchen door, and began whining and scratching. Thinking that he might disturb Master Frisky, I let him in. He went to the box, and lapped Frisky's face. He seemed to be saying by his laps, "Oh Frisky, Frisky, don't you know me; it is Ned, your friend Ned, please speak to me." At last Ned began to jump about and whine, and then Frisky
