Page 57 - Jack's victory and other stories about dogs

the state of affairs before taking any active steps.

But Er ebus was very much dejected, and ay soon

ay he got Ms supper he hobbled off by himself,
giving no dog any encouragement whatever to

follow him. Two or three made the attempt,

but they soon discovered for themselves how

matters stood, and quickly returned.

Where Erebus dragged himself, nobody knows;
but he did not come back again for two days.

At the end of that time he was still quite lame,

lie was in every respect a changed dog. His

sphits seemed to have left him. He hung his
head, and avoided association with his kind.

Had he been a human being, you would have

said he was in love, or was repenting of a crime.

He was, literally a broken-hearted dog. His tail
was down—a bad sign. He did not appear to

take the slightest interest in anything. How

the teams managed among themselves he did not

care in the least; and he offered no objection to
the elevation of Jack to supreme ride by the

entire republic of dogs.

Jack’s success cost him a few trifling fights