think I was doing well, but suddenly I got dreadfully confused
when he turned around and said, "Hie out!"

The Morrises all used the same words in training their dogs, and I
had heard Miss Laura say this, but I had forgotten what it meant.
"Good Joe," said Ned, turning around and patting me, "you have
forgotten. I wonder where Jim is? He would help us."

He put his fingers in his mouth and blew a shrill whistle, and soon
Jim came trotting up the lane from the street. He looked at us with
his large, intelligent eyes, and wagged his tail slowly, as if to say,
"Well, what do you want of me?"

"Come and give me a hand at this training business, old
Sobersides," said Ned, with a laugh. "It's too slow to do it alone.
Now, young gentlemen, attention! To heel!" He began to march
around the garden again, and Jim and I followed closely at his
heels, while little Billy, seeing that he could not get us to play with
him, came lagging behind.

Soon Ned turned around and said, "Hie out!" Old Jim sprang
ahead, and ran off in front as if he was after something. Now I
remembered what "hie out" meant. We were to have a lovely race
wherever we liked. Little Billy loved this. We ran and scampered
hither and thither, and Ned watched us, laughing at our antics.

After tea, he called us out in the garden again, and said he had
something else to teach us. He turned up a tub on the wooden
platform at the back door, and sat on it, and then called Jim to him.