On the first of September -- the boys never forgot the date -- after a pleasant tramp and good luck with their fishing , the brothers were lounging in the barn ; for Daisy had company , and the lads kept out of the way . ' I tell you what it is , Bobby , that dog is sick . He wo n't play , nor eat , nor drink , and acts queerly . Dan will kill us if anything happens to him , ' said Ted , looking at Don , who lay near his kennel resting a moment after one of the restless wanderings which kept him vibrating between the door of Dan 's room and the shady corner of the yard , where his master had settled him with an old cap to guard till he came back . ` It 's the hot weather , perhaps . But I sometimes think he 's pining for Dan . Dogs do , you know , and the poor fellow has been low in his mind ever since the boys went . Maybe something has happened to Dan . Don howled last night and ca n't rest . I 've heard of such things , ' answered Rob thoughtfully . ` Pooh ! he ca n't know . He 's cross . I 'll stir him up and take him for a run . Always makes me feel better . Hi , boy ! wake up and be jolly ' ; and Ted snapped his fingers at the dog , who only looked at him with grim indifference . ` Better let him alone . If he is n't right tomorrow , we 'll take him to Dr Watkins and see what he says . ' And Rob went on watching the swallows as he lay in the hay polishing up some Latin verses he had made .
The spirit of perversity entered into Ted , and merely because he was told not to tease XXXXX he went on doing it , pretending that it was for the dog 's good .
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