Boy looked out.
"What is it?" she cried.
"It's all right, Miss," answered Monkey. "No 'arm done."
The girl came swiftly down the ladder in the moonlight. She was in her wrapper, her short hair massed.
"Is the horse all right?" she cried.
"Yes, Miss."
"Where's Billy Bluff?"
"There."
Silver turned his electric torch on to a far corner of the yard, where the dog was seen chewing a lump of meat.
Boy flung herself on him and tore it away.