"He'd been hurt by a tree--we had to leave him because he was too far gone, Miss Warren," said he.

"We couldn't save him.

He couldn't answer any questions--not even a hypothetical question--when we tried him.

But now, don't try to talk.

He's got what he had coming, and he'll never trouble you again." "Whose little dog is this ?" she asked suddenly, reaching out a hand which the young Airedale kissed fervently.