“And very handsome he looked. I lost my heart to him at once.
“‘Shall I give him a fit?’ said Warlock.
“‘No, no,’ I cried hastily; ‘that is Joe.’
“‘I’m a little afraid of your dog, miss,’ said Joe. ‘Will he bite?’
“‘Oh, no, sir,’ I hastened to say.
“Then Joe advanced.
“All three soon got talking in quite a neighbourly kind of way, and the conversation naturally enough turned upon sport.
“‘We haven’t done much this forenoon,’ I said.
“‘Ah! then why don’t you catch trout?’
“Just at that moment fire seemed to flash from Joe’s yellow eyes. His nose was turned towards the stream; he was crouching low with his tail all a-quiver. Next minute he had left the bank and disappeared with a splash in the water.