He took a small leather strap from his pocket. It had a nice, strong
smell. We all licked it, and each dog wished to have it. "No, Joe and
Billy," said Ned, holding us both by our collars; "you wait a minute.
Here, Jim."
Jim watched him very earnestly, and Ned threw the strap half-way across
the garden, and said, "Fetch it."
Jim never moved till he heard the words, "Fetch it." Then he ran
swiftly, brought the strap, and dropped it in Ned's hand. Ned sent him
after it two or three times, then he said to Jim, "Lie down," and turned
to me. "Here, Joe; it is your turn."
He threw the strap under the raspberry bushes, then looked at me and
said, "Fetch it." I knew quite well what he meant, and ran joyfully
after it. I soon found it by the strong smell, but the queerest thing
happened when I got it in my mouth. I began to gnaw it and play with it,
and when Ned called out, "Fetch it," I dropped it and ran toward him. I
was not obstinate, but I was stupid.
Ned pointed to the place where it was, and spread out his empty hands.
That helped me, and I ran quickly and got it. He made me get it for him
several times.
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