The dog seized the cap, and went off with it at full speed towards the willows, where it left it, and came galloping back for the expected reward--not now, as in days of old, a bit of meat, but a gentle stroke of its head and a hearty clap on its shaggy side.
"Good pup! go now an' fetch it." Away he went with a bound, and in a few seconds came back and deposited the cap at his master's feet.
"Will that do ?" asked Dick, triumphantly.
"Ay, lad, it will.

The pup's worth its weight in goold." "Oui, I have said, and I say it agen, de dog is _human_, so him is.

If not, fat am he ?" Without pausing to reply to this perplexing question, Dick stepped forward again, and in half-an-hour or so they were back in the camp.
"Now for _your_ part of the work, Joe.

Yonder's the squaw that owns the half-drowned baby.

Everything depends on her." Dick pointed to the Indian woman as he spoke.