Thus Fred was made acquainted with the tidings, and through him Uncle Isaac, Henry Griffin, and Joe.
“I do believe,” said Mrs. Rhines, “that Tige knows what is going on, for every time John’s name is mentioned, he wags his tail, and seems uneasy.”
“Knows!” replied the captain; “to be sure he does. Any fool of a dog might know as much as that; and Tige has forgot more than most dogs know. Here, Tige—go find John.”
The dog instantly ran to the door, and barked to be let out. After making a tour of the premises, he came in, ran up to John’s bedroom, and came down with one of his jackets in his mouth, and laid it at his master’s feet.
“See that, and tell me he don’t know what we are talking about!”
Ever since Tige had saved little Fannie from drowning, she had been in the habit of making him frequent visits, bringing with her something she knew he would like to eat. Tige never returned the visits, for it was not in accordance with his habits and principles ever to leave the premises, except sent on an errand by his master, or with one of the family; but he always received her with great cordiality. Fannie could talk plain now. Ever since the promise to her from Captain Rhines, that Tige never should be whipped, do what he would, she had entertained a very high opinion of the captain, who loved dearly to play and romp with her.
While Captain Rhines and his wife were conversing, Fannie came trudging along, with gingerbread and meat in her basket for Tige.
“Good morning, my little woman! Have you come to see me, and have a good frolic?”
“Fannie came to see Tige.”
“Then you think more of Tige than you do of me?”