She's due there some
time this evening, yon know."
"Yes; and instead of that, here I am--"
"Here you are," interrupted Glen, seeing that his friend was about to
utter a complaint; "and thankful you ought to be to find yourself here,
too. Why, we'll be as merry as this muddy old river is long, as soon
as Billy ceases to mourn for his dog. I'm a little surprised that he
should take it so much to heart, though. It isn't like Billy B. to be
cast down over trifles."
"Trifles!" cried Winn. "When you call dear old Bim a 'trifle,' you are
making one of the big mistakes of your life, and you wouldn't do it
either if you had known him as well as I did. There never was another
dog like him for wisdom and gentleness and pluck and--well, and
everything that makes a dog lovely. Why, that Bim would reason his way
out of scrapes that would stump a man, and the word 'fear' was never
printed in his dictionary. Somehow I can't help thinking that he'll
turn up all right, bright and smiling, yet."
"I don't see how," said Glen.
"Neither can I, and I don't suppose I could if I were in his place; but
unless Bim is uncommonly dead, I'll guarantee that he'll come to life
again somehow and somewhere. In fact, I shouldn't be one bit surprised
to see him aboard this very raft again before our voyage is ended.
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