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He turned away directly, and as their driver sprang up, quite on the alert as he saw that something was on the way, Marcus went to one pony, Serge to the other, to see that every portion of the harness was in proper trim; and Lupe leaped out of the chariot and then back to the front, to raise himself upon his hind legs and plant his paws on the front as if he were in command and issuing his orders, which took the form of a deep bay.
That is why I have gone on long walks and made so many calls on the few people that are here, so that I'd have something amusing to tell Jack when I came home. But he has seemed to find my 'crusts of cheer' mighty dry food, and he didn't take half the interest in them that he did in talking to Lúpe to-day."
"We've got to do it, Serge," cried Marcus. "Why, the idea is splendid; but I say Lupe?" "What about him?" "What are we to do with him?" "Nothing," said Serge, promptly; "he'll do for himself. Why, if you made up your mind to leave him behind he'd come." "I suppose so, Serge. There's no press-house here in which to shut him up."
"Why, Lupe, Lupe, old dog!" cried Marcus, as he knelt beside the wounded animal hard at work over his natural surgery. Upon hearing the boy's voice the dog ceased his task, looked up in Marcus' face with his big intelligent eyes, beat the floor of the chariot a few times heavily with his tail, and then went on again with his dressing of his wound.
"Ought we not to stop and help him, Serge?" cried Marcus. "No, boy; you know we ought not. We've got to get on with that message, and we must think of nothing else now we are clear. We must not even slacken while the path is so good; so keep on. You wanted a big gallop, so take it and be content, for the horses are going fast enough to satisfy anyone." "Yes," sighed Marcus. "But poor old Lupe!"
First came Jil-Lee, Buck, Nolan, Tsoay, Lupe those who had been with him on the northern scout. Then the others, the warriors first, the women making a half circle behind, leaving a free space in which Deklay walked. "I am the Fox," Travis stated. "And this one has named me witch and natdahe, outlaw of the mountains. Therefore do I come to name names in my turn.
"I haven't heard him yelp," cried the old soldier, "but I can hear somebody shouting as if Lupe was spearing him." "Do you think so?" cried Marcus. "Ay, that I do, boy. It wouldn't be an easy job to stick a long-handled spear into old Lupe when he is bounding about attacking legs, and waiting his chance to tackle throats.
"Good dog!" said the latter, speaking with gruff gentleness. "I won't hurt you more than I can help." As if he comprehended the old soldier's words and placed full confidence in his knowledge and power, Lupe stretched himself out fully upon his left side, extended his head, and, half closing his eyes, lay perfectly still as if dead.
Had anybody been there to watch the dog, what they had seen would have excited wonder at the amount of reason that the animal displayed; not that Lupe, big wolf-hound, one of the kind kept by the peasantry in the far-back past for the protection of their flocks, was anything exceptional, for plenty of dogs at the present time are ready to display an instinct that is almost human.
"Ah, but besides that, my lad, I'd get together an army of dogs like our Lupe, and set them to work to tear 'em down and chase 'em away." "Oh, barbarous!" cried Marcus, laughing. "Barbarous! Aren't they barbarians? Why, I don't believe you could manage it in a better way." It was the beginning of a tramp that lasted days.
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