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V
THE LUCK OF FOOLS
"DID you ever see a dog like Asylum?" demanded Jimmy, looking fondly at the mongrel as they rode slowly the second day after leaving Sharpsville.
Bill shook his head emphatically. "Never, nowheres."
Jimmy turned reproachfully. "Lookit how he 's follered us."
"Follered you," hastily corrected Bill. "He ought to. You feed an' scratch him, an' he 'll go anywhere for that. But he 's big," he conceded.
"Mostly wolf-hound," guessed Jimmy, proudly.
"He looks like a wolf—God help it—at th' end of a hard winter."
"Well, he ain't yourn!"
"An' won't be, not if I can help it."
