After breakfast the Boy tied Nig up securely behind Keith's shack, and followed the Colonel about with a harassed and watchful air.
"No market for dogs now," seemed to be the general opinion, and one person bore up well under the news.
But the next day a man, very splashed and muddy, and obviously just in from the gulches, stopped, in going by Keith's, and looked at Nig.
"Dog market's down," quoted the Boy internally to hearten himself.
"That mahlemeut's for sale," observed the Colonel to the stranger.
"These are." The Boy hastily dragged Red and Spot upon the scene.
"How much?"
"Seventy-five dollars apiece."
The man laughed. "Ain't you heard the dog season's over?"
"Well, don't you count on livin' to the next?"