hunt you there first; come.”

She walked on, and he obediently followed. “When we get nigh the house, I’ll go first and see if the way is clear. You wait back. If I want you to run, I’ll call twice, quick and sharp, but if I want you to come right in, I’ll call once, low and long.”

After that no word was spoken. They clambered down the steep, winding path, and not far from the house she left him. She wondered Nig did not bound out to greet her, but supposed he must be curled up near the hearth in comfort. Frale also thought of the dog as he sat cowering under the laurel shrubs, and set his teeth in anguish and sorrow.

“Cass’ll hate hit when she finds out,” he muttered.