"Yes, sir."
"Humph! Like dogs?"
"I—yes, sir," answered the lad at a warning glance from Jerry.
Ruthlessly the hawklike eyes devoured him.
"So you think you can take care of a lot of prize pups, do you?"
"I am going to try," was the modest reply.
"You can't stop with trying, my son. You've got to do it," announced the man sharply.
"I shall do my best."
"That is all I shall ask."
A sudden smile melted the stern countenance into geniality and the master held out a hand.