naturally look for me anyhow. In a short time he would see a definite purpose behind it all and soon understand what we expected of him.”
The following few days were busy ones for Flash. The next morning Moran fashioned a collar from an elkhide thong and took Flash some distance from the cabin. He rolled a leaf from his notebook around the thong and fastened it with a pin.
“Go, Flash,” he ordered, swinging his arm and pointing back toward the cabin. “Go! Go on, boy! Take it back to her.”
Flash bounded away in the direction of the cabin, stopped and looked back. He knew that Moran was ordering him to go somewhere. There were no horses or cows. He sat down and watched Moran, undecided as to what was expected of him. Moran’s insistent command assured him that he was to go. He knew that word. He trotted about in eccentric circles and whined. At last he started off.
As soon as he lost sight of Moran his natural inclination was to return to the girl and he made straight for the cabin. She unfastened the slip of paper from the collar, examined it at length and spoke to Flash in words of praise according
