Look at Czar; he knows the beast is around.

Go fetch him, Czar." With an angry bark, the dog disappeared around the corner of the porch.
The two men, following, were met by Rutlidge who had made his way back through the grove and the rose garden from the house next door.

The dog, with muttering growls, was sniffing suspiciously at his heels.
"Czar," said his master, suggestively.

With a meaning glance, the dog reluctantly ceased his embarrassing attentions and went to see if everything was all right about the premises.
In answer to their greeting and the quite natural question if he had been waiting long, Rutlidge answered with a laugh.

"Oh, no--I have been amusing myself by prowling around your place.