"'That's a new name they've got for Schnapps, isn't it?' I said.
"'No, sir; it's the name of a dog,' replied the young man, laughing.
"'A black Newfoundland, with a large white streak on his flank?'
"'Yes, sir, I believe that is the description,' replied he, tittering still.
"'I have seen that dog two or three times,' said I. 'I saw him this evening—who does he belong to?'
"'Well, sir, that is a difficult question,' answered the lad; and I heard his companion say, 'To Old Nick, I should think.'
"'Do you mean to say you've really seen Mungo?' said somebody at the table.
"'If Mungo is a large Newfoundland—black, with a white streak on its side—I saw him just now. Who does he belong to?'
"By this time, the whole mess table was in a titter, with the exception of one old captain, a man who had been years in the regiment. He was of very humble extraction, and had risen by merit to his present position.
"'I believe Captain T. is better acquainted with Mungo than anybody present,' answered Major R., with a sneer. 'Perhaps he can tell you who he belongs to.'