The young dog lay on the ground and gnawed his wounded paw complacently. He loved being scolded by his mistress when she was not too serious.
The girl stuffed her towel and all it contained into the forage bag.
"Shall I give you a leg up?" asked Silver.
"It's all right," she answered.
She mounted and rode alongside him.
"Where's our friend?" he asked.
"Gone to earth."
"What!—down the Gap?" He turned on her with that delightful eagerness which constantly revealed him to her as a boy in spite of that plain, grave face of his. "Shall I draw him?"
She shook her head gravely.
"Poor old thing," she said.