him. I could not get quite all that followed; but Master Frisky seemed to be interceding for Jimmy, for he went up to him and licked his face, and then stood in front of the judges for some time, wagging his tail. But these dignitaries only shook their heads gravely, and there the evidence seemed to end; for the older dogs considered the case for a time apart, and then returned to their old position. The tall sheriff escorted poor Jimmy up to Judge Hill and left him there. Jimmy cowered to the very ground under the looks of the judge, while all the dogs looked expectant.
I never knew just what the sentence was, but suddenly Jimmy raised his head and gave a most piteous howl; then putting his tail between his legs, ran out to the road and up the street as fast as his legs could carry him; and he was never the same after that day.
None of the dogs associated with him or spoke to him, and he slunk about as though he was afraid of his own shadow. At home he was cross, and ate very little. Finally he ceased going out by daylight at all, but was frequently seen skulking about at night.
I think the dogs were sorry for Jimmy; for he was not bad at heart, and had done some of them good turns. I frequently saw Master Frisky looking wistfully at him—as though he would like to be good to him had he dared.
One morning, some weeks after the trial, Jimmy was missed from his home, and no one
