Helplessly the boy saw him go farther and farther out of reach.
He must compel obedience somehow.
"Achilles!" shouted he sternly. "Achilles! Back, sir!"
Although he uttered the words he had not the slightest faith they would have any effect and was amazed to see the dog waver in his tracks.
"Achilles, come here!" repeated he sharply.
With reluctance the dog turned and looked at him.
"Here, sir!" called Walter, with coaxing cadence.
The dog continued to regard him intently but he did not move. Then suddenly there was a rush and with panting jaws widespread the Belgian came bounding toward him. It was not until he was close at hand that he abated his speed. Then he came to the side of his new master and gently laid his cold nose on his sleeve.
Walter patted the great head affectionately.
The battle was won. He had conquered Achilles.