"What's his name?" she asked.
"Job."
"Come here, Job!" said Colina coaxingly.
Job looked out across the river.
"Job!" said his master sternly.
The dog sprang to him as if they had been parted for years, and frantically licked his hand. This display of boundless affection was suspiciously self-conscious.
The young man led him to Colina's feet. "Mind your manners!" he commanded.
Job in utter abasement offered her a limp paw. She touched it, and he scampered back to his former place with an air of relief, and turning his back to her lay down again. It cannot be said that his enforced obedience made her feel any better.