“Father sent me down here to find old Whiteface, an’ I forgot all about her when I saw you.”
“Well, why don’t you find her now? Me an’ Tip will help you.”
“But it’ll take so long, an’ before we get back the store will be shut up,” objected Sam, who stood undecided in the road, as if he had half a mind to leave old Whiteface to her fate while he made sure of the candy.
“Never mind if the store is shut up,” said Tim, earnestly. “We can get the candy just as well in the morning, an’ perhaps we’ll find her so quick that there’ll be plenty of time.”
“Will you buy the candy in the mornin’ if you don’t to-night?”
“Yes, I will, honest.”
“Cross your throat.”
Tim went through the ceremony of crossing his throat to make his promise more solemn, and search was made for the cow.
Up to this time it was plain that Sam did not feel any great amount of love for or confidence in Tip; but when, after a few moments’ search, his loud bark told that he had discovered the missing cow, his future was assured, so far as Sam Simpson was concerned.
“Now, that’s somethin’ like,” he said, after they had started homeward. “When you’ve got such a dog as that, all a feller’s got to do is to set down an’ send him after ’em. It’s the awfullest hateful thing in the world to go off huntin’ cows when you don’t want to.”