He did not seem to mind it especially.
"He won't get far, with the dog after him, if we want to take the
time," he said. "She's a German sheep dog, a Schaeferhund."
Searchlight seemed to have many of the characteristics of the
wild, prehistoric animal, among them the full, upright ears of the
wild dog, which are such a great help to it. She was a fine,
alert, upstanding dog, hardy, fierce, and literally untiring, of a
tawny light brown like a lioness, about the same size and somewhat
of the type of the smooth-coated collie, broad of chest and with a
full brush of tail. Untamed as she seemed, she was perfectly under
Kennedy's control and rendered him absolute and unreasoning
obedience.
They took her over to the abandoned car. There they let her get a
good whiff of the bottom of the car about the driver's feet, and a
moment later she started off.
Alfonso and his mother insisted on going with us and that made our
progress across country slow.
On we went over the rough country, through a field, then skirting
a clump of woods until at last we came to a lane.
We stopped in the shadow of a thicket. There was an empty summer
home. Was there some intruder there? Was it really empty?
Now and then we could hear Searchlight scouting about in the
under-brush, crouching and hiding, watching and guarding.
Pages:
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282
283
284
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296
297