Evidently the dog had not harmed him--but he might get angry.

The next moment she saw, to her joy and dismay both at once, that it was her own dog.
'Marquis! Marquis!' she cried, calling him by his name.
He abandoned the pursuit at once, and went bounding to her.

She took him by the back of the neck, and the displeasure manifest upon the countenance of his mistress made him cower at her feet, and wince from the open hand that threatened him.

The same instant a lattice window over the gateway was flung open, and a voice said-- 'Here I am.

Who called me ?' Dorothy looked up.