“He looks a lot like Forest Lad, the dog that won so many prizes in New York last winter,” continued the man. “But he’s a bit thinner across the breast than him, I guess. A fine-looking dog, though. Want to sell him?”
“No, I don’t think so,” answered Dan.
“Well, I don’t want him myself, but I guess I could tell you where you could find a purchaser, and not very far off.”
“He’s not for sale,” said Dan.
“Well, I don’t know as I’d want to sell him if he was mine,” said the other as he moved off.
“Look here, what did you call him Barry for?” asked Nelson.
“Gee! I had to call him something,” said Dan, “and that’s the first thing I thought of. I didn’t want that fellow to think I’d stolen the dog.”
“Well, but what’s Barry mean? What made you think of that?”
“I don’t know,” answered Dan, puzzled.