“Here! Hold on,” cried Dan, jumping up. “Let’s see him.”
They all trooped out into the office. There, nosing excitedly about, was the wire-haired terrier. When he caught sight of them he stopped, crouched to the floor, and wagged his bit of tail violently. They broke into a laugh; all save Dan.
“It’s all right,” said Dan decisively. “That’s my dog.”
He strode over to him. The terrier rolled over on to his back, stuck all four feet toward the ceiling, and awaited annihilation. But it didn’t come. Instead, Dan took him into his arms and faced the others.
“I guess he can stay with us now, can’t he?” he asked.
“You bet,” said Bob.
[CHAPTER VII]
WHEREIN BARRY DISTINGUISHES HIMSELF
They rested until a little after two o’clock, and then, the intensest heat of a very hot day having passed, they took up their journey again, the party of four now having become a party of five.