"
"Your dog?"
"Yes. I had a dog, and I said I wouldn't join unless they took the
dog, too. Jones wanted me to give him, the dog---he was a fine
collie---but I wouldn't do it, and when I left I took my dog with me."
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know. He ran away several days ago, and I haven't seen him
since."
"And he was a collie?" asked Snap.
"Yes." Tommy Cabot's eyes brightened expectantly. "You haven't
seen him, have you? He must be somewhere around these lakes."
"We found a dog---a collie. He's got a tag on his collar---number
444."
"My dog!" cried the circus boy. "Oh, I'll be glad to see him! He's
my best friend, even if he did run away. Anyway, I guess he went
to get something to eat. I hadn't much for him."
"What do you call your dog?" asked the doctor's son.
"Wags---because he moves his tail so much."
"Well, I never! That's what we dubbed him."
"Tell me," broke in Snap. "Do you know what happened at the circus
after you left?"
"I heard that some of the animals got away. I didn't hear the
particulars. I went down among the farms and laid low, waiting for
the circus to go east.
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