upon Leutz, and the old fellow had grown peevish and sulky; both of us had incurred Deshay's dislike by having very little to say to him. Conceive, then, the delights of the first few days of hardship with such a company.
"It was, I believe, the morning of the third day that I was awakened by hearing Deshay cry out: 'Where's that cursed dog?' I rolled over and saw that he held in his hand one of the heavy oak stretchers of the boat and was looking savagely about him. Near by sat Claud, his face in his hands.
"Deshay snarled out: 'Where's that dog, you droolin' baby?'
"Claud mumbled something, without looking up, and then I heard him say: 'We haven't come to that—yet, and he said it with a groan, and I could see his face working painfully.
"Deshay walked toward him, talking as he went. He said: 'You'll see if we haven't when I find the cur, you chicken-livered little
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