le imploring whine between his barks.

So Jack spoke to him in a soft, wheedling tone. Then he held up a scrap
of meat, and caught the eager attention of the little beast; after which
he tossed it to him. It vanished like a flash. The dog even wagged his
tail, as if to let the man know his animosity was quickly giving way to
interest. Surely any one who had all that food along with him could not
be a suspicious personage.

The next scrap fell a little short, and the dog advanced to get it. So
by degrees Jack tempted him, until in the end he was patting the squatty
animal on the back, and still feeding him. They were now the best of
friends. Kindness had accomplished what all the threatening gestures,
supplemented with many sticks hurled at the beast, could never have
brought about.

Jack believed he had saved himself from discovery. He could easily
understand what hardships must have awaited him had he ever fallen into
the hands of Carl Potzfeldt.

The afternoon went by very tediously. The dog came and went, staying for
short periods with Jack. The vast store of food was a magnet that held
the little beast fast. It had doubtless been a long time since he had
had his full.

By degrees the day waned, and evening came along.

Jack never saw the sun set with less regret than he did on that
occasion. Still he knew that long hours must pass before the moon would
peep in view above the eastern horizon.

As he sat, he allowed his thoughts to roam backward. Once more in
imagination he could see his friends who were on the other side of the
ocean. Then for a change he would take another "snack," as he called it,
for lack of anything else to occupy his attention.

Several times also he dozed, but always arousing with a start at some
sound, under the impression that it might be Tom who had come, and, not
finding him, gone away again.

Finally he began to believe it must surely be past midnight; and the
late moon would presently be making an appearance. On looking closely
toward the east he became aware that the heavens were betraying such a
fact, for a distinct silvery glow was beginning to appear, low down.

Then came a streak of light. It was the moon. Slowly she mounted higher,
as if more or less ashamed of the dilapidated appearance of her usually
smiling face.

Jack had earlier in the night changed his place of lodging. He again
occupied his former quarters close to the spot where he and Tom had
landed when they