“He's where I left him.”
James Moore shrugged his shoulders. And the other began:
“When did yer dog leave ye?”
“When the Killer came past.”
“Ye wad say ye missed him then?”
“I say what I mean.”
“Ye say he went after the Killer. Noo the Killer was here,” pointing to the dead sheep. “Was your dog here, too?”
“If he had been he'd been here still.”
“Onless he went over the Fall!”
“That was the Killer, yo' fule.”