"Come here, ole boy," he said, and when the dog went to him, he bowed his head for a minute over him. "We've bin good friends--me an' you. Many's the trap I've led ye in, an' many a time my heart would 'a' bin sore if ye'd a bin caught. An' now, 'count o' my transgression, ye're a wanderin' sheep. Ye'll never git back in the fold agin unless some good sheep leads ye."