“Why?” Ross inquired in surprise.
“’Cause the dog loves you an’ ort to go with you—that’s why. He’ll jest natur’ly pine away an’ die if you leave him behind you.”
“But I can’t take him with me,” Douglas argued; “he would be in the way—he would get himself and me into trouble.”
“Ther’s another reason why I won’t take him back to my cabin,” Joe remarked, his pale eyes twinkling.
“What is it?”
“Jest this: If you’re goin’ to war, I’m goin’ with you. I hain’t got a chick n’r child to leave—an’ I’m goin’.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
“With Bright Wing and me?”
“Fer sure.”