In that babble he heard only one voice, that of the girl at his side, asking what she might do.
"You might remember," he answered, "that—that my name is Lee."
And when, during the shadow night that followed, the descendents of the dogs the race had left behind them howled on the hills for their lost masters, now there came an answer. Men whistled to them. Slowly, hesitantly, fearfully, but gaining confidence as the whistles of men roused half lost memories, the dogs came down from the hills to their new masters.
Here and there, upon this earth, are fields.