It was no wonder that Uncle James had not recognized the animal, for he looked very unlike the lively, well-conditioned dog which Frank was wont to regard as the apple of his eye.

But, nevertheless, it was Marmion, or, rather, all that was left of him.

He had been severely wounded, and was nearly starved; but he received the best of care, and it was not long before he was as savage and full of fight as ever.

Although he had failed to capture the robber, he had rendered his master a most important service, and no one ever heard him find fault with Marmion after that.
Frank's reputation was by this time firmly established, and he was the lion of the settlement.

Dick Lewis was prouder than ever of him.