So saying, he jumped off the sled, and examined the track. "He went up," said Jonas, "the same way that we are going. It may be a dog which has lost his master. Perhaps we shall find him up by our wood piles." Jonas was right, for, when the boys arrived at the wood piles, they found there, waiting for them, a large black dog. He stood near one end of a wood pile, with his fore feet upon a log, by which his head and shoulders were raised, so that he could see better who was coming. He was of handsome form, and he had an intelligent and good-natured expression of countenance. He was looking very intently at the party coming up, to see whether his master was among them. "Whose dog is that?" said Josey. "I don't know," said Oliver; "I never saw him before." "I wonder what his name is," said Josey. "Here! Towzer, Towzer, Towzer," said he. "Here! Caesar, Caesar, Caesar," said Oliver. "Pompey, Pompey, Pompey," said Jonas. [Illustration: "He was looking very intently at the party coming up, to see whether his master was among them."] The dog remained motionless in his position, until, just as the boys had finished their calls, and as the foremost sled was drawn pretty near him, he suddenly wheeled around with a leap, and bounded away through the snow, for half the length of the first wood pile, and then stopped, and again looked round. "I wish we had something for him to eat," said Jonas. "I've got a piece of bread and butter," said Josey. "I went in and got it when you and Oliver were unloading." So Josey took his bread and butter out of his pocket. There were two small slices put together, and folded up in a piece of paper. Jonas took a piece, and walked slowly towards the dog. "Here! Franco, Franco," said Jonas. "He's coming," said Josey, who remained with Oliver at the sled. The dog was slowly and timidly approaching the bread which Jonas held out towards him.