“Too open by a long way,” grunted Don. “We'd never get him there.”
Sure enough, the dogs led up from the swamp and along the path to Alan's cabin. The door stood open, and in answer to Don's “Horo!” Alan came out.
“What now?” he said, glowering at Don.
“You won't be wanting any dogs to-day, Alan?” said Don, politely.
Alan glanced at him suspiciously, but said not a word.
“These are very good dogs, indeed, Alan.”
“Go on your ways, now,” said Alan.
“These black ones are not in very good condition, but Fido there is a good, fat dog.”
Alan's wrath began to rise.
“Will you be going on, now, about your business?”