"Yes, that you do!"
He took both her hands, and clapped them together as he looked at her. Here the dog began to growl, then his hair stood on end, and he barked, and grew more and more angry till at last he seemed quite savage. Marit sprang up in fear, but Ovind went forward and looked down. It was his father the dog was barking at; he was standing close under the ridge, with both his hands in his pockets.
"What! are you there, too? Pray, whose is that savage dog?"
"It's a dog from Heidegaard," replied Ovind, rather taken aback.
"How in the world did it come there?"
The mother hearing the noise, had come out to see what it was, and understanding at once how things were, she laughed, and said: "The dog comes here every day, so it's nothing wonderful."
"But what a ferocious animal!"
"He'll be quiet if he's spoken to," said Ovind, and patted him. The dog ceased barking though he continued to growl. The father was satisfied and went down again.
"Safe this time!" said Marit, "but there's some one else to watch us."
"Your grandfather?"