No one else wears khaki in these parts.

Hey, Skipper, hey, good dog! Sic 'em, sic 'em!" cried Rob, holding up the khaki for the intelligent creature to see.
The animal seemed to be greatly excited and gave short, quick barks as he danced about the boys.
"Well, we might try and see if he will lead us anywhere." remarked Merritt somewhat dubiously.

"At any rate, there's no harm done, except wasting a little time; and if we can get on the track of our uniforms, it's not such a much of a waste, after all." "He sure wants ter be off somewhere," observed the old captain, watching the antics of his dog, whom he regarded in the light of a human being.

"He never acts nor talks that way unless he's got suthin' on his mind.

Yer boys follow him, and I'll bet he'll lead yer ter suthin'.