Little Shaver whinnied, and with a downward thrust and twist of his head tried to get it under Chi's arm.
"Did n't I tell you?" said Chi, delightedly.
"Can I get on to the main road by going over the Mountain?" Jack asked him.
"Yes, you can get over, if you ain't particular how you get," said Chi.
"No road?"
"Kind of a trail;--over the pasture 'n' through the woods, an acre or two of brush, 'n' then some pretty steep slidin' down the other side, 'n' a dozen rods of swimmin', 'n' a tough old clamber up the bank--'n' there you are on the river road as neat as a pin."
Jack laughed. "Just what Little Shaver glories in; I 'll try it, and much obliged to you, Mr.--" he hesitated.
"Call me, Chi."
"Chi," said Jack, in such a tone of good comradeship that it brought the horny hand up to his in a second's time.
Jack grasped it; "Good-bye till this afternoon." He spoke to Little Shaver, who ducked his head and fairly scuttled across the mowing, scrambled up the pasture, took the three-rail fence at the top in a sort of double bow-knot of a jump, and then disappeared in the woods, leaving the three gazing after him in admiration.