Sandy's brows clouded, and he shifted his position restlessly. "Now I ax yerself, Ricks, what'u'd you do?" he said. "Me? I don't give advice to nobody. But effen it was me I'd know mighty quick what to do." "What?" said Sandy, eagerly. "Buy a dawg." "A dog? I ain't goin' blind." "Lor'! but you're a softhorn," said Ricks, contemptuously. "I s'pose you'd count on leadin' him round by a pink ribbon."