"Hullo, he's a trick dog!" exclaimed Dick. "Shake hands," and the dog did so. Then, as Sam snapped his fingers, the animal began to walk around the camp on his hind legs.
"I'll wager he knows a lot of tricks," said Tom. "And, if so, he must be valuable."
"Then whoever owns him will want him back," was Songbird's comment.
"Well, I guess he can travel with us until somebody claims him," said
Tom; and so it was decided.
CHAPTER XII
THE RUNAWAY STEER
On the following morning there was the promise of a storm in the air, and the boys felt a bit blue over the prospects. But, by nine o'clock, the sun came out as brightly as ever and they were correspondingly elated.
"I don't care to do any camping out in wet weather," said Fred. "I got enough of that at the Hall."
"Well, when you camp out, you must take what comes, as the shark said when he swallowed a naval officer and found a sword sticking in his throat," answered Tom. "We can't have the weather built to order for anybody."
Wags was up and moving around, with his tail wagging as furiously as ever. He seemed to feel perfectly at home.