37/65 As we approached it I heard the sharp rattling of a chain, and the sound as of a large animal moving about. 'Is he not a beauty ?' "I looked through and was conscious of two glowing eyes, and of a vague figure huddled up in the darkness. I call him mine, but really old Toller, my groom, is the only man who can do anything with him. We feed him once a day, and not too much then, so that he is always as keen as mustard. |