"Now that's just about the sort of game that Snoozer likes!"
exclaimed Jack. "If they were badgers, or even woodchucks, you
couldn't drive him at them."
"I don't think there is much danger of his getting any of
them," said Ollie.
We called Snoozer back, and soon one of the little animals
cautiously put up his head, saw that the coast was clear, gave
one bark, and all the rest came up, and the concert began as if
nothing had happened.
"I suppose that was the mayor of the town that peeped up
first?" said Ollie. "Yes, or the chief of police," answered Jack.
We camped that night by the bed of a dry creek, and watered the
horses at a settler's house half a mile away.
"That's the most beautiful place for a stream I ever saw,"
observed Jack. "If a man had a creek and no bed for it to run in,
he'd be awfully glad to get that."
The next day was distinctly a prairie-dog day. We passed
dozens of their towns, and were seldom out of hearing of their
peculiar chirp.
"I wonder," said Ollie, "if the bark makes the tail go, or
does the tail set off the bark.
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