“Come here, Buster, Buster!” called the little boy.
Spider released Jeff as they called—and the pup jumped up and licked Spider’s face!
“Gee whiz, he’s my dog!” Spider shouted, while the doctor sat in the car and roared with laughter.
“Try again,” he said, after a second.
The two boys called once more, and Jeff, without hesitating longer, sprang to the little fellow, nearly knocking him down.
“All right, you keep him,” Bennie declared. “He’s a fool pup. I won’t guarantee he’ll not run away from you tomorrow.”
“I bet he won’t!” the little chap declared, throwing his arms around Jeff’s neck.
Bennie didn’t look back.
“Yes,” Uncle Billy mused, “Jeff certainly regarded you at your true worth, Bennie. He was certainly a one-man dog, too, true to his master till death.”
“Aw, quit it,” Bennie pleaded. “I always really knew he was a mutt, but I—I was kind o’ fond of him, just the same.”