`` I 'm so glad I adopted it . '' How Don Was Saved Will Barrie went whistling down the lane of the Locksley farm , took a short cut over a field of clover aftermath and through a sloping orchard where the trees were laden with apples , and emerged into the farmhouse yard where Curtis Locksley was sitting on a pile of logs , idly whittling at a stick . `` You look as if you had a corner in time , Curt , '' said Will . `` I call that luck , for I want you to go chestnutting up to Grier 's Hill with me . I met old Tom Grier on the road yesterday , and he told me I might go any day . Nice old man , Tom Grier . '' `` Good ! '' said Curtis heartily , as he sprang up . `` If I have n't exactly a corner in time , I have a day off , at least . Uncle does n't need me today . Wait till I whistle for Don . May as well take him with us . '' Curtis whistled accordingly , but Don , his handsome Newfoundland dog , did not appear . After calling and whistling about the yard and barns for several minutes , Curtis turned away disappointedly . `` He ca n't be anywhere around . It is very strange . Don never used to go away from home without me , but lately he has been missing several times , and twice last week he was n't here in the morning and did n't turn up until midday . '' `` I 'd keep him shut up until I broke him of the habit of playing truant , if I were you , '' said Will , as they turned into the lane . `` Don hates to be shut up , howls all the time so mournfully that I ca n't stand it , '' responded Curtis . `` Well , '' said Will , hesitatingly , `` maybe that would be better after all than letting him stray away with other dogs who may teach him bad habits .
I saw Don myself one evening last week ambling down the Harbour road XXXXX that big brown dog of Sam Ventnor 's .
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