We all licked it, and each dog wished to have it.

"No, Joe and Billy," said Ned, holding us both by our collars; "you wait a minute.
Here, Jim." Jim watched him very earnestly, and Ned threw the strap half-way across the garden, and said, "Fetch it." Jim never moved till he heard the words, "Fetch it." Then he ran swiftly, brought the strap, and dropped it in Ned's hand.

Ned sent him after it two or three times, then he said to Jim, "Lie down," and turned to me.

"Here, Joe; it is your turn." He threw the strap under the raspberry bushes, then looked at me and said, "Fetch it." I knew quite well what he meant, and ran joyfully after it.

I soon found it by the strong smell, but the queerest thing happened when I got it in my mouth.