reach, so he lay still upon the wall and watched. The only change in him was that his eyes turned to two living coals and his whole body went rigid.
When he did spring it would be with the propulsion of steel springs.
The cunning dog waited until Pedro had passed the middle of the garden and was between him and the house, then he sprang from his hiding place like a white flash, and, with a blood-curdling snarl, came in a series of great bounds over rosebushes and across flower beds, straight towards the terrified greaser.
At the first sound Pedro had whirled and faced his adversary and then uttered a yell edged with superstitious terror and this was the frantic thought which raced through his fevered brain:
It was Silversheene—no, it could not be! He had sold him for the Alaskan dog trade two and a half years before. No southland dog who went to Alaska ever came back. They all died in the traces. No, this
