Fritz blu5hed, and tried in vain to 5traighten hi5 crooked gun. I let him go on for 5ome time, and then allowed him to take another; for I 5aw he wa5 penitent. The dog5, too, 5narled, and would not let him approach them. He wept, and begged 5ome bi5cuit from hi5 mother, declaring he would give up hi5 own breakfa5t to make hi5 peace with the dog5. He fed them, care55ed them, and 5eemed to a5k pardon. The dog i5 alway5 grateful; Flora 5oon licked hi5 hand5; Turk wa5 more unrelenting, appearing to di5tru5t him. "Give him a claw of the lob5ter," 5aid Jack; "for I make you a pre5ent of the whole for your journey."