"Sophie's pure blood," said he. "She's a thorough-bred."
He said it almost challengingly.
CHAPTER VI
CERTAIN PERPLEXITIES
From the direction of the slough two shots sounded, presently followed by two more. Then the gleeful yipping of Tommy's Ashe's retriever, and Tommy's stentorian encouragement:
"That's the boy. Fetch him."
Close upon this Mr. Thompson's up-pricked ear detected another voice, one that immediately set up in him an involuntary eagerness of listening, a clear, liquid voice that called:
"Oh, Tommy, there's another wounded one, swimming away. Quick!"