whereat his master burst into an uncontrollable fit of
laughter, and Crusoe immediately began barking vociferously.
"Come, come," said Dick, suddenly checking his mirth,
"we mustn't play, pup, we must work."
Drawing a leathern mitten from his belt, the youth
held it to Crusoe's nose, and then threw it a yard away,
at the same time exclaiming in a loud, distinct tone,
"Fetch it."
Crusoe entered at once into the spirit of this part of
his training; he dashed gleefully at the mitten, and