On the other slope of the hill from the main road we
could see lights in the scattered houses.
"I doubt whether they have gone that way," commented Garrick
following my gaze. "It looks less settled over here to the right
of the road, in the direction of New York."
The low baying of the dog which had answered Dillon's call was
growing nearer every moment. At last we could hear it quite close,
at the deserted car ahead.
Cherry 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, up-
standing 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 though she seemed, she was perfectly under Dillon's
control, and rendered him absolute and unreasoning obedience.
"Now, Cherry, nice dog," we heard Dillon encouraging, "Here, up
here.
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