She thought of the tame deer down at Dale's camp.

How beautiful and graceful, and responsive to kindness! They rode out of the woods into a grassy swale with rocks and clumps of some green bushes bordering it.

Here Pedro barked, the first time Helen had heard him.

The hair on his neck bristled, and it required stern calls from Dale to hold him in.

Dale dismounted.
"Hyar, Pede, you get back," he ordered.