When the bacon began to sizzle and drip and the fish began to turn brown, Ray could [[80]]hardly wait until Bruce declared that the fish was cooked through and well done.
“It is a good feast,” Ganawa declared as soon as he tasted the dark pink meat, and how Ray and Bruce liked it was shown by the fact that nothing was left for Tawny but the head and the bones.
But Tawny did not go hungry at the feast. In addition to several trout, Ray had also caught a pickerel, which the lad cooked over the coals before he gave it to Tawny for his feast.
“I don’t like to see him eat a raw pickerel,” Ray declared when Ganawa told him that dogs in the Indian country would eat anything that is given them.
When the three campers rolled up in their blankets in the tepee, Tawny curled up between the entrance and the fire and did not move all night, although some rabbits thumped outside the tepee and some wild mice scurried about.
“He is a good dog,” Ganawa said in the morning, “and my little son may keep him.” [[81]]
CHAPTER X
THE RIDDLE
Before the travellers started next morning they had more broiled trout for breakfast, and Ray caught and cooked another pickerel for Tawny.