Cherry was one of the best and most versatile that the police had
ever acquired and trained.
We came to the next crossroad, and the dog started up in the
direction of the main road, questing carefully.
We had gone not a hundred feet when a dark object darted out of
the bushes at the side of the road, and I felt myself
unceremoniously tumbled off my feet.
Garrick leaped aside, with a laugh.
"Dillon," he shouted ahead at the top of his voice, "one of the
Airedales has discovered Marshall. Come back here. Lie still, Tom.
The dog is trained to run between the legs and trip up anyone
without a police uniform. By Jupiter--here's another one--after
me. Dillon--I say--Dillon!"
The commissioner came back, laughing at our plight, and called off
the dogs, who were now barking furiously. We let him get a little
ahead, calling the Airedales to follow him. They were not much
good on the scent, but keen and intelligent along the lines of
their training, and perfectly willing to follow Dillon, who was
trusting to the keen sense of Cherry.
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