“Yes, I remember. Well, Mrs. Bennington, I do not know what to do with the dog excepting to have my man bury him.”
“I think we had better let Mr. Haverick see him first. He thought a good deal of the animal. I’ll have my husband tell him.”
“Very well, we’ll leave him where he is then—at least for the present.”
The woman went on her way slowly, and the target practice was resumed. It soon became noised around what Jack had done, and many, including Pepper and Dale, came out to see the slain animal.
“That was all right, Jack!” cried Pepper. “That’s better than hitting the target.”
“I’ve been thinking of something,” said Jack, in a serious tone. “Don’t you remember that horse-dealer we once met on the boat, down at Cedarville?”
“Is that the same chap?”
“I think so. He was very overbearing, and I am afraid he will try to make trouble.”
“Humph! He ought to be very glad that his dog didn’t bite somebody,” answered the Imp.
Dan Baxter had been much disturbed by the appearance of the mad dog, and his nerves were not yet settled. Consequently, when he came up to shoot he only made thirty-three out of a possible fifty points.