Pompey wagged his tail.
"Who threw it?"
Pompey looked up, as if for instructions.
"Go find him!" said Mr. Craven, in a tone of command.
The dog seemed to understand, for he put his nose to the ground and began to run along, as if in search.
"Oh, murther! What if he finds me?" thought Katy, crouching a little lower. "Won't he be mad, jist?"
Katy might have crawled away unobserved, very possibly, if she had started as soon as the missile was thrown. Now, that dog and man were both on the lookout, escape was cut off.
"Will he find me?" Katy asked herself, with some anxiety.
The question was soon answered.