was a hopeless task. He would probably have to go back and leave poor Silversheene to his fate.
In this frame of mind he sat down upon a rock to rest and to scan with his glass a little valley half a mile beneath. It looked like a very cosy and warm valley and the grass was still green in places. There was no snow in the sheltered vale.
He was just raising the glass to his eyes when a faint and far-away bark floated up to his ears. At first he thought he must be mistaken, so he listened intently and soon it was repeated. It sounded very much like Silversheene's bark. He was a rather silent dog, as are the Eskimo dogs, but he would occasionally bark when driving sheep.
Dick scanned the interval carefully with the glass and was about to put it up and go down and see what he could discover when a wonderful sight met his eyes. A small flock of sheep came out from another interval which led from the first, and
