“There, fellows,” he cried, proudly, “what do you think of them? I say they are all right, and they are dying for a run. I reckon they will get it in the morning.”
Frank and Jack looked the dogs over critically. Diamond’s eyes gleamed and he called Pirate to his feet.
“Here is the old dandy for any sum!” cried the Virginian. “That dog will be in at the death if he can keep a foot under him.”
Kenneth nodded.
“Pirate is a great hunter,” he said; “but he doesn’t run away from Madge very often.”
For half an hour they looked the dogs over, and then left the kennel.
“I’ll have to go into the house, and see what the others think about it,” said St. Ives. “Won’t you come in, fellows?”
“No,” said Diamond; “I am too tired.”
“I’m tired myself,” confessed Frank. “I think we’ll roll into our beds very soon.”
The boys strolled down past the summerhouse, while Kenneth went into the mansion. Through a window Frank and Jack could see the billiard players at work, and they heard Rattleton shout with laughter at some fluke Hodge made.