"Guess not." Callahan was too casual. "It's probably a nerve-wracking business. Uh—thought I heard you talking?"
"You might have. I was talking to Tammie."
"Your dog, eh?"
"That's right."
"I don't see him around."
"I just let him out the back door. He likes to go for a little run at night."
"I'm darned," Callahan said, "if I didn't think I caught a glimpse of you letting him out. Tammie looked awful big."
"He's a big dog."
Just how much had Callahan seen? Definitely, a pack-laden collie was not going camping and Callahan would know where it was going. The sheriff dropped into a chair and crossed his right leg over his left knee.
"I know he's big, I've seen him before. But he sure looked bigger than usual. That's a mighty good dog, Ted."