"She
has been taught that a man once badly bitten in the hand is nearly
out of the fight."
We followed also. As we approached we were just in time to see
Searchlight running in and out between the legs of a man who had
heard us approach and was hastily making tracks away. As he
tripped, the officer who brought her blew shrilly on a police
whistle just in time to stop a fierce lunge at his back.
Reluctantly, Searchlight let go. One could see that with all her
canine instinct she wanted to "get" that man. Her jaws were open,
as, with longing eyes, she stood over the prostrate form in the
grass. The whistle was a signal, and she had been taught to obey
unquestioningly.
"Don't move until we get to you, or you are a dead man," shouted
Kennedy, pulling an automatic as he ran. "Are you hurt?"
There was no answer, but, as we approached, the man moved, ever so
little, through curiosity to see his pursuers.
Searchlight shot forward. Again the whistle sounded and she
dropped back. We bent over to seize him, as Kennedy secured the
dog.
"She's a devil," ground out the prone figure on the grass.
"Lockwood!" exclaimed Kennedy.
XXV
THE GOLD OF THE GODS
"What are you doing here?" demanded Craig, astonished.
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