efuge was up a tree. He soon discovered
that he was happier away from Bonamy's, and thenceforth when he saw
his protector take the turn that led to the miner's cabin, Jack said
plainly with a look, "No, thank you," and turned back to amuse himself
at home.

His enemy, however, often came with Bonamy to the hunter's cabin, and
there resumed his amusement of teasing the little Bear. It proved so
interesting a pursuit that the dog learned to come over on his own
account whenever he felt like having some fun, until at length Jack
was kept in continual terror of the yellow cur. But it all ended very
suddenly.

One hot day, while the two men smoked in front of Kellyan's house, the
dog chased Jack up a tree and then stretched himself out for a
pleasant nap in the shade of its branches. Jack was forgotten as the
dog slumbered. The little Bear kept very quiet for a while, then, as
his twinkling brown eyes came back to that hateful dog, that he could
neither catch nor get away from, an idea seemed to grow in his small
brain. He began to move slowly and silently down the branch until he
was over the foe, slumbering, twitching his limbs, and making little
sounds that told of dreams of the chase, or, more likely, dreams of
tormenting a helpless Bear cub. Of course, Jack knew nothing of that.
His one thought, doubtless, was that he hated that cur and now he
could vent his hate. He came just over the tyrant, and taking careful
aim, he jumped and landed squarely on the dog's ribs. It was a
terribly rude awakening, but the dog gave no yelp, for the good reason
that the breath was knocked out of his body. No bones were broken,
though he was barely able to drag himself away in silent defeat, while
Jacky played a lively tune on his rear with paws that were fringed
with meat-hooks.

Evidently it was a most excellent plan; and when the dog came around
after that, or when Jack went to Bonamy's with his master, as he soon
again ventured to do, he would scheme with more or less success to
"get the drop on the purp," as the men put it. The dog now rapidly
lost interest in Bear-baiting, and in a short time it was a forgotten
sport.

IV. THE STREAM THAT SANK IN THE SAND

Jack was funny; Jill was sulky. Jack was petted and given freedom, so
grew funnier; Jill was beaten and chained, so grew sulkier. She had a
bad name and she was often punished for it; it is usually so.

One day, while Lan was away, Jill got free and joined her brothe