While his eyes were closed in a dreamy sort of half-waking

slumber, he felt the rough, hairy coat of an animal

brush against his forehead. The idea of being torn

to pieces by wolves flashed instantly across his mind,

and with a shriek of terror he sprang up--to be almost

overwhelmed by the caresses of his faithful dog.

Yes, there he was, bounding round his master, barking

and whining, and giving vent to every possible

expression of canine joy!

CHAPTER XIV.