He stalked up to me as soon as he heard my voice. But he showed no emotion. He was not one of those effusive dogs, who wag their tails and jump around in delight.
"Where did you come from?" I asked, "where's Captain?"
Santa then began to trail around on top of the hill, and before I could stop him he had jumped down and run under the rock where our camp was.
"Hello, what is this?" I heard Jim exclaim.
"It's Santa," I said.
"Where's the captain?" questioned Jim.
"He seemed to be looking for him," I replied. "Perhaps they are in trouble too, or the captain may have sent him out to trail us. Anyway, he adds one more to the garrison."
"Is my time up?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied, "I will stand guard now and have Santa to help me."
"All right," I said, "I wouldn't mind having a little sleep."