He was out of sight almost a yard away, but they heard him whine once as the wind dashed him against the cliff.
“Julius, good dog, fetch them!” shouted Jeffreys into the mist.
A faint answering bark came back.
Next moment, through the storm, came a wild howl, and they heard him no more.
Jeffreys guessed only too well what that howl meant; but he never stirred, as with his arm round Percy, and his cloak screening him from the wind, he looked hopelessly out into the night and waited.
Chapter Nineteen.
Scarfe Promises to Remember.
“Jeff,” said Percy, after a minute or two, “it’s nonsense your staying here to get frozen; do go on.”