"Did they shoot at you, Jack?" I asked.
"No, I guess not. I think they just blazed away for fun. They
went off toward the Reservation. Some of Gene's poor s'ciety, I
suppose."
It took half an hour to get the frightened pony and indignant
dog quieted; and perhaps it was longer than that before we again
got to sleep.
XII: HOMEWARD BOUND
"Snoozer shall have a pancake medal."
This was the first thing Ollie and I heard in the morning,
and it was Jack's voice addressing the hero of the night before.
We speedily rolled out, and agreed with Jack that Snoozer must be
suitably rewarded, he seemed fully to understand the importance
of his action in barking at the right moment, and for the first
morning on the whole trip he was up and about, waving his bushy
tail with great industry, and occasionally uttering a detached
bark, just to remind us of how he had done it. He walked around
the pony several times, and looked at her with a haughty air, as
much as to say, "Where would you be now if it hadn't been for
me?"
"He shall have a pancake," continued Jack--"the biggest and
best pancake which the skilful hand of this cook can concoct.
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