"Probably an Alderney," Nare pursued, "with pink eyes and——"
The creature was making towards them on the circumference of a circle, and as Nare talked he walked slowly towards the Mill. There must be some kind of shelter there.
"And crumpled horns," Nare continued.
"But this isn't our way, Mr. Nare."
The girl spoke in a protesting tone, but without giving any sign of a desire to stop. Indeed, she went rather faster and did not look behind her. The Alderney was a little behind them now.
"Don't you think we ought to——"
"G-r-r-r-r!" A noise, thunderous and snarling, interrupted her in the middle of a sentence. Nare was looking back.
"How horrible!"
"Perhaps it wants to be milked"—Nare spoke without turning his head—"or it's hungry. I think you'd better go into the Mill, please."
"You'll come?"