“You don’t lose many birds with him,” Hayes agreed.
“I can throw a pebble from here right over the barn and he’ll fetch it in,” said Chet. “There’s nothing he won’t bring—if I tell him to.”
Gunther laughed.
“You’re taking in a good deal of territory, Chet.”
“I could tell you some things he’s done that would surprise you,” Chet declared.
Hayes chuckled.
“Let’s try him out,” he suggested.
“All right.”
Hayes pointed toward the barn. The great doors were open and a yellow and black cat was coming through the barn toward them. As Hayes pointed her out she sat down in the doorway and began to lick her breast fur down.
“Have him fetch the cat,” said Hayes.