“Will Snap pull us, do you think, Freddie?” asked little FlossieBobbsey, as she anxiously looked at her small brother, who was fasteninga big, shaggy dog to his sled by means of a home-made harness. “Do youthink he’ll give us a good ride?”
“Sure he will, Flossie,” answered Freddie with an air of wisdom. “Iexplained it all to him, and I’ve tried him a little bit. He pulledfine, and you won’t be much heavier. I’ll have the harness all fixed ina minute, and then we’ll have a grand ride.”
“Do you think Snap will be strong enough to pull both of us?” asked thelittle girl.
“Of course he will!” exclaimed Freddie firmly. “He’s as good as anEsquimo dog, and we saw some pictures of them pulling sleds bigger thanours.”
“That’s so,” admitted Flossie. “Well, hurry up, please, Freddie ’causeI’m cold standing here, and I want to get under the blankets on the sledand have a nice ride.”
“I’ll hurry all right, Flossie. You go up there by Snap’s head and pathim. Then he’ll stand stiller, and I can fix the harness on himquicker.”
Flossie, with a shake of her light curls, and a stamp of her little feetto rid them of the snow from the drift in which she had been standing,went closer to the fine-looking and intelligent dog, who did not seem tomind being all tied up with ropes and leather straps to Freddie’s sled.
“Good old Snap!” exclaimed Flossie, patting his head. “You’re going togive Freddie and me a fine ride; aren’t you, old fellow?”
Snap barked and wagged his tail violently.
“Hey! Stop that!” cried Freddie. “He’s flopping his tail right in myface!” the little boy added. “I can’t see to fasten this strap. Hold histail, Flossie.”
Snap, hearing the voice of his young master — one of his two masters bythe way — wagged his tail harder than ever. Freddie made a grab for it,but missed. Flossie, seeing this, laughed and Snap, thinking it was agreat joke, leaped about and barked with delight. He sprang out of theharness, which was only partly fastened on, and began leaping about inthe snow. Finally he stood up on his hind legs and marched about, forSnap was a trick dog, and had once belonged to a circus.
“There now! Look at that!” cried Freddie. “He’s spoiled everything! We’ll never get him hitched up now.”
“It — it wasn’t my fault,” said Flossie, a tear or two coming into hereyes.
“I know it wasn’t, Flossie,” replied Freddie, speaking more quietly.“It’s always just that way with Snap when he gets excited. Come here!”he called to the dog, “and let me harness you. Come here Snap!”
The dog was well enough trained so that he knew when the time for funwas over and when he had to settle down. Still wagging his tailjoyously, however, Snap came up to Freddie, who started over again thework of harnessing the animal to the sled.