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"He stood," she panted, "like a rock oh, the brave, beautiful thing!" "Where is that " Swygert suddenly checked himself and looked around. "He's gone after his dog," he said. "Peerless has run away!" It had been over two months since Freddy Le Fay's bill had been paid, and Miss Nellie Blair was worried. She had written to Freddy's mother repeatedly, but there had been no answer.
He might have many enemies, but the gun, in the hands of this man, was not one of them. Suddenly old Swygert sank down and took the dripping dog in his arms. "Old boy," he said, "old boy." That night Comet lay before the fire, and looked straight into the eyes of a man, as he used to look in the old days.
"I don't know," he said, "whether I'm getting anywhere or not." "I don't believe he's yellow. Not deep down. Do you?" "No," said Swygert. "Just his ears, I think. They've been jolted beyond what's common. I don't know how. The spirit is willin', but the ears are weak. I might deefen him. Punch 'em with a knife " "That would be running away!" said the girl.
After that for days Comet "Ate to music," as Swygert expressed it. "Now," he said, "he's got to come toward the gun when he's not even tied up." Not far from Swygert's house is a small pond, and on one side the banks are perpendicular. Toward this pond the old man, with the gun under his arm and the dog following, went.
"He stood," she panted, "like a rock oh, the brave, beautiful thing!" "Where is that " Swygert suddenly checked himself and looked around. "He's gone after his dog," he said. "Peerless has run away!" He prayeth best who loveth best All things, both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all. Something was wrong with little Tommy Earle.
He would have thought it some other dog than the one who had disappointed him so by turning out gun-shy, in spite of all his efforts to prevent, had it not been for the fact that the entry was booked as: "Comet; owner, Miss Marian Devant; handler, Wade Swygert."
After that, frequently the old man shot a bird in his sight, loading the gun more and more heavily, and each time, after the shot, coming to him, showing him the bird, and speaking to him kindly, gently. But for all that the terror remained in his heart. One afternoon Marian Devant, a young man with her, rode over on horseback. Swygert met her at the gate.
One afternoon the girl, accompanied by a young man, rode over on horseback, dismounted, and came in. She always stopped when she was riding by. "It's mighty slow business," old Swygert reported; "I don't know whether I'm makin' any headway or not." That night old Mrs. Swygert told him she thought he had better give it up. It wasn't worth the time and worry. The dog was just yellow.
It was a load big enough to kill a bear, to bring down a buffalo. It was a load that would echo and reecho in the hills. On the morning that Larsen walked out in front of the judges and the field, Peerless II at the leash, old Swygert, with Comet at his side, he glanced around at the "field," or spectators. Among them was a handsome young woman, and with her, to his amazement, George Devant.
Next year he was still more astonished to see in the same paper that Comet, handled by Swygert, had won first place in a Western trial, and was prominently spoken of as a National Championship possibility. As for him, he had no young entries to offer, but was staking everything on the National Championship, where he was to enter Larsen's Peerless II.
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