“How!”
“Hooorr!”
The utterances of the two dogs, as they accepted their master’s orders, and began patting the white counterpane with their tails, while Sneeshing uttered a series of short barks, shook his head, and shuffled backwards, evidently laughing dogly with delight, and ending by getting his muzzle on Kenneth’s breast and lying quite still.
“Oh, I say, this is a treat!” said Kenneth, with a sigh of satisfaction, as his hands were busy pulling the dogs’ ears, and drawing the skin sideways, so as to show the whites of their eyes.
“Don’t let them stay long.”
“Why not? Does me more good than old Curzon’s dollops. I’ll get up to-morrow, and have the boat for a sail.”
Dirk set up his ears at this, and began to bark as if he understood, and, rising on all-fours, he pawed at Kenneth, as he would have done at a sick sheep on the mountain-side, to make it rise.
The result of this action was to make Sneeshing resent the caressing of the intrusive paw, which twice over scraped him, and he snapped at, seized it, and held on.
Dirk howled out, “Don’t! you hurt!” in dog.
Bruce gave vent to an angry bark at Sneeshing, who, however, held the tighter, uttering a low worrying snarl.