There had been a consultation about Chad early that morning among the neighbors, and old Nathan Cherry, who lived over on Stone Creek, in the next cove but one, said that he would take charge of the boy.  Nathan did not wait for the burial, but went back home for his wagon, leaving word that Chad was to stay all night with a neighbor and meet him at the death-stricken cabin an hour by sun.  The old man meant to have Chad bound to him for seven years by law—­the boy had been told that—­and Nathan hated dogs as much as Chad hated Nathan.  So the lad did not lie long.  He did not mean to be bound out, nor to have Jack mistreated, and he rose quickly and Jack sprang before him down the rocky path and toward the hut that had been a home to both.  Under the poplar, Jack sniffed curiously at the new-made grave, and Chad called him away so sharply that Jack’s tail drooped and he crept toward his master, as though to ask pardon for a fault of which he was not conscious.  For one moment, Chad stood looking.  Again the stroke of the falling earth smote his ears and his eyes filled; a curious pain caught him by the throat and he passed on, whistling—­down into the shadows below to the open door of the cabin.

It was deathly still.  The homespun bedclothes and hand-made quilts of brilliant colors had been thrown in a heap on one of the two beds of hickory withes; the kitchen utensils—­a crane and a few pots and pans—­had been piled on the hearth, along with strings of herbs and beans and red pepper-pods—­all ready for old Nathan when he should come over for them, next morning, with his wagon.  Not a living thing was to be heard or seen that suggested human life, and Chad sat down in the deepening loneliness, watching the shadows rise up the green walls that bound him in, and wondering what he should do, and where he should go, if he was not to go to old Nathan; while Jack, who seemed to know that some crisis was come, settled on his haunches a little way off, to wait, with perfect faith and patience, for the boy to make up his mind.

It was the first time, perhaps, that Chad had ever thought very seriously about himself, or wondered who he was, or whence he had come.  Digging back into his memory as far as he could, it seemed to him that what had just happened now had happened to him once before, and that he had simply wandered away.  He could not recollect where he had started from first, but he could recall many of the places where he had lived, and why he had left them—­usually because somebody, like old Nathan, had wanted to have him bound out, or had misused Jack, or would not let the two stray off into the woods together, when there was nothing else to be done.  He had stayed longest where he was now, because the old man and his son and his girl had all taken a great fancy to Jack, and had let the two guard cattle in the mountains and drive sheep and, if they stayed out in the woods over night, struck neither a stroke of hand nor tongue.