CHAPTER X 

The night of sleep was so short that it was difficult for Helen to believe that hours had passed. Bo appeared livelier this morning, with less complaint of aches. 

"Nell, you've got color!" exclaimed Bo. "And your eyes are bright. Isn't the morning perfectly lovely?... Couldn't you get drunk on that air? I smell flowers. And oh! I'm hungry!" 

"Bo, our host will soon have need of his hunting abilities if your appetite holds," said Helen, as she tried to keep her hair out of her eyes while she laced her boots. 

"Look! there's a big dog--a hound." 

Helen looked as Bo directed, and saw a hound of unusually large proportions, black and tan in color, with long, drooping ears. Curiously he trotted nearer to the door of their hut and then stopped to gaze at them. His head was noble, his eyes shone dark and sad. He seemed neither friendly nor unfriendly. 

"Hello, doggie! Come right in--we won't hurt you," called Bo, but without enthusiasm. 

This made Helen laugh. "Bo, you're simply delicious," she said. "You're afraid of that dog." 

"Sure. Wonder if he's Dale's. Of course he must be." 

Presently the hound trotted away out of sight. When the girls presented themselves at the camp-fire they espied their curious canine visitor lying down. His ears were so long that half of them lay on the ground. 

"I sent Pedro over to wake you girls up," said Dale, after greeting them. "Did he scare you?" 

"Pedro. So that's his name. No, he didn't exactly scare me. He did Nell, though. She's an awful tenderfoot," replied Bo. 
Did she sleep well?
night of sleep was so short